ONCE WAS ENOUGH FOR HIM.
There was a meek and mellow, hard-drinking young fellow,
Who was born in this wide world of sin;
Who loved the fleeker that fleck through the liquor,
Which we speak of as old Holland gin.
He loved it no duller than water in color,
And drink it no more it is said;
It seems that a slender, though a careless bar-tender,
Gave him water one day instead.
Once was enough for him, once was enough for him,
He never more would attempt
To risk it any more,
Oh, once was enough for him.
There was a dear chappy so gay and so happy,
At the opera he sat in the front row;
As the chorus girls fleckered o'er the stage,
And they snickered, he thought he had mashed the whole show.
So he wrote one a billy, and sent her a lilly,
And asked her to supper that night;
At the stage door he waited, but her husband him totted
When he got through that chappy was a sight.-Chorus.