And that same has been often sung;

Not a gom[38]

Was filea[39] that clairsech’d[40] the line:

O whisky’s a nectar divine!

“One welcomed the pale king with cheers;

All his life

Was channelled with woe’s soulful tears;

He had wife

That came, a black fate, in his way,

When his years were just clasping the May.