But out of the misty regions
Where loom the mountains tall
There comes the drink of princes—
Whisky, the best of all.
Staff O. This is my seventh drink, and yet, alas!
The Colonel comes not.
Captain. Fill another glass.
Staff O. I will [he does]. The bottle's finished, I'm afraid.
Captain. It does not matter. I drink lemonade.
L. of C. A doom descends upon this house, I fear;