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9.
If Hock then loves the glass of green,And champagne in its swan-necked flask is seen;
If Glasgow punch in a bowel we lay,
And twist off our dram in a wooden quaigh;
If, as botanical men admit,
Everything has its habitat fit,
Let Sir John Barleycorn keep his court,
Turban'd with froth in his Pewter Quart.
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