(Ye’ll find them in every quarther),
The wholesomest liquor in life you can dhrink,
I’ll be bail, now, is Whisky and Wather.
Don’t go dhrinking of Brandy, or Hollands, or Shrub,
Or Gin—thim’s all docthored, dipind an it—
Or ye’ll soon have a nose that ye niver can rub,
For the blossoms ye’ll grow at the ind iv it;
But the “raal potheen” it’s a babby may take
Before its long clothes are cut shorther;
In as much as would swim ye there’s divil an ache,