Is to keep to hot Whisky and Wather.
It’s in more ways than thim ye’ll find whisky yer frind,
Sure it’s not only jist while ye dhrink it—
It has vartues on which ye can always depind—
And perhaps, too, when laste ye would think it.
One fine summer’s day, it was coorting I wint,
To make love to Dame Flanagan’s daughter—
And I won her—and got the old woman’s consint:
Sure I did it wid Whisky and Wather.
In the Liffey I tumbled, one could winther’s day,