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A (Temperance) Drinking Song
Chorus
With drink of a temperance kind, my lads,
My foaming cup is crowned. So uncork the Bovril, Landlord, dear,
And pass the Cocoa round And round,
And pass the Cocoa round !
You Poets of a drunken Muse,
Are men of little note. You have to booze and booze and booze,
To get your wits afloat. Of Christian beer and right good cheer
You make a great parade. . But I can bawl above you all
On gassy Gingerade !
Chorus
On gassy Gingerade, my sons,
A beverage light and sound, So decanter the Lime-juice, Landlord, dear,
And trot the Kola round And round,
And trot the Kola round !
Milton and Homer both were bards
Of a highly tedious kind ; For why ? because these selfsame cards
For half their lives were blind.
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