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| XCIV.
SONNIT-2 WHISKY. Divers views, opinions, and prophecies of yoors
trooly, Petroleum V. Nasby | ||
331

94. XCIV.
SONNIT-2 WHISKY.
RITTEN WILE UNDER THE INFLOOENSE THEREOF, OCCASIONALLY
WETTIN MY LIPS WITH THE SAIM.
Whisky, all hale! frum erlyest boyhood, I
Hev ardently admired thy qwalities;
Thowst cloathd my mind with strength—my noze in richest dyes—
Hale, Whisky, hale! hale, potent son uv Rye![1]
When wuss grows wuss, and bad enuff gits badder,
When trubble's waivs across me buzm role,
A nip uv thee expands my shrunken sole,[2]
Ez wind blowd thro a qwill expands a bladder.
Water is good[3] —no man uv sense denies it—
Search thro all nacher and yoo will not meet
A artikle so good for washin feet;
But ez a bevridge—faugh! I despise it.
My stumick turns, and for releef I fly
To thee, eckstract uv corn—2 thee, Red-eye!
Hev ardently admired thy qwalities;
Thowst cloathd my mind with strength—my noze in richest dyes—
Hale, Whisky, hale! hale, potent son uv Rye![1]
When wuss grows wuss, and bad enuff gits badder,
When trubble's waivs across me buzm role,
A nip uv thee expands my shrunken sole,[2]
Ez wind blowd thro a qwill expands a bladder.
Water is good[3] —no man uv sense denies it—
Search thro all nacher and yoo will not meet
A artikle so good for washin feet;
But ez a bevridge—faugh! I despise it.
My stumick turns, and for releef I fly
To thee, eckstract uv corn—2 thee, Red-eye!
| XCIV.
SONNIT-2 WHISKY. Divers views, opinions, and prophecies of yoors
trooly, Petroleum V. Nasby | ||