"The three star brand's the best" siz she,
"To sparkle up your eye,"
Thin "here!" says she "just taste Owld Tom,"
But augh! agin me grain
It wint! siz she "It's mum's the word,
We'll cure it, wid champagne!"
I never drank such sortin's, of
The drink, in all me life,
Signs on it, in the mornin', me
Digestion, was at strife!