My soul in GRANVILLE'S logic.
Companions mine, sound ale, good wine--
_That_ foils Teetotal dodge--hic!
With solemn pate our sages prate,
The Pump-slaves neatly pinking.
He's proved an ass, whose days _don't_ pass
In drinking, drinking, drinking!

In water pure there's danger sure,
All fizzle-pop's deceiving;
And ginger-beer must make you queer
(If GRANVILLE you're believing).
Safe, on the whole, is Alcohol;
It saves man's strength from sinking.
I injure none, and have good f--fun.
Whilst drinking, drinking, drinking!

Hic! Hic! Hooray!! New reasons gay
For drink from doctors borrow!
The last (_not_ first) is simple thirst,
Thatsh true--to LAWSON'S sorrow!
Good Templarsh fain would "physic PAYN,"
And GRANVILLE squelch like winking;
But all the same, true Wisdom's--hic--game
Is drinking, drinking, drinking!

[_Left playing it._

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