(My eye and Betty! what weak mortals we are;
They said they took but ginger b-e-e-r!)
But as for me, I’ve stuck (’twas rather ropy)
All day to weak imperial p-o-p.
And now we’ve had this little bit o’sparrin’,
Just stand a q-u-a-r-t-e-r-n!”
A man in New-York enjoys such very excellent spirits that he has only to drink water to intoxicate himself.