You’ll acknowledge the change too,
As pleasing as strange too,
And make the air ring with loud ha! ha! ha! ha’s!
For what can so fire us, &c.
Let gin, rum, and brandy grow dearer and dearer,
Distillers stop working—no toper will mourn;
Of Gas we can make a delectable cheerer,
Which, nor reddens our noses, nor livers will burn;
Unbeholden to whisky
We’ll drink and get frisky,