And, bedad, it was coulder than plisint,
Out they fished me, and stretched me full length on the quay,
But the divil a docthor was prisint,
When a blessed ould woman of eighty came by
(There’s no doubt expariance had taught her),
And—in jist a pig’s whisper—I tell ye no lie—
Fetched me to, wid hot Whisky and Wather.
It’s the loveliest liquor ye iver can take,
And no matther how often ye take it;
The great thing is never to mix it too wake: