Legal & Other Lyrics By George Outram: Containing a number of new pieces & fifteen illustrations by Edward J. Sullivan |
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DRINKIN' DRAMS
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DRINKIN' DRAMS
(BACCHANALIAN HEROICS)
He ance was holy,
An' melancholy,
Till he found the folly
O' singin' psalms;
He's now as red's a rose,
An' there's pimples on his nose,
And in size it daily grows
By drinkin' drams.
An' melancholy,
Till he found the folly
O' singin' psalms;
He's now as red's a rose,
An' there's pimples on his nose,
And in size it daily grows
By drinkin' drams.
He ance was weak,
An' couldna eat a steak
Without gettin' sick
An' takin' qualms;
But now he can eat
O' ony kind o' meat,
For he's got an appeteet
By drinkin' drams.
An' couldna eat a steak
Without gettin' sick
An' takin' qualms;
But now he can eat
O' ony kind o' meat,
For he's got an appeteet
By drinkin' drams.
He ance was thin,
Wi'a nose like a pen,
An' haunds like a hen,
An' nae hams;
But now he's round an' tight,
An' a deevil o'a wight,
For he's got himsel' put right
By drinkin' drams.
Wi'a nose like a pen,
An' haunds like a hen,
An' nae hams;
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An' a deevil o'a wight,
For he's got himsel' put right
By drinkin' drams.
He ance was saft as dirt,
An' as pale as ony shirt,
An' as useless as a cart
Without the trams;
But now he'd face the deil,
Or swallow Jonah's whale—
He's as gleg's a puddock's tail
Wi' drinkin' drams.
An' as pale as ony shirt,
An' as useless as a cart
Without the trams;
But now he'd face the deil,
Or swallow Jonah's whale—
He's as gleg's a puddock's tail
Wi' drinkin' drams.
Oh! pale, pale was his hue,
An' cauld, cauld was his broo,
An' he grumbled like an ewe
'Mang libbit rams;
But now his broo is bricht,
An' his een are orbs o' licht,
An' his nose is just a sicht
Wi' drinkin' drams.
An' cauld, cauld was his broo,
An' he grumbled like an ewe
'Mang libbit rams;
But now his broo is bricht,
An' his een are orbs o' licht,
An' his nose is just a sicht
Wi' drinkin' drams.
He studied mathematics,
Logic, ethics, hydrostatics,
Till he needed diuretics
To lowse his dams;
But now, without a lee,
He could make anither sea,
For he's left philosophy
An' taen to drams.
Logic, ethics, hydrostatics,
Till he needed diuretics
To lowse his dams;
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He could make anither sea,
For he's left philosophy
An' taen to drams.
He found that learnin', fame,
Gas, philanthropy, an' steam,
Logic, loyalty, gude name,
Were a' mere shams;
That the source o' joy below,
An' the antidote to woe,
An' the only proper go,
Was drinkin' drams.
Gas, philanthropy, an' steam,
Logic, loyalty, gude name,
Were a' mere shams;
That the source o' joy below,
An' the antidote to woe,
An' the only proper go,
Was drinkin' drams.
It's true that we can see
Auld Nick, wi' gloatin' ee,
Just waitin' till he dee
'Mid frichts and dwams;
But what's Auld Nick to him,
Or palsied tongue or limb,
Wi' glass filled to the brim
When drinkin' drams!
Auld Nick, wi' gloatin' ee,
Just waitin' till he dee
'Mid frichts and dwams;
But what's Auld Nick to him,
Or palsied tongue or limb,
Wi' glass filled to the brim
When drinkin' drams!
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