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A Tankard of Ale
The French, no doubt, are famous souls,
I love them for their brandy ; In rum and sweet tobacco rolls
Jamaica men are handy. The big-breeched Dutch in juniper gin,
I own are very knowing ; But are rum, gin, brandy worth a pin,
Compared with Inishowen ?
Though here with a lord 'tis jolly and fine,
To tumble down Lachryma Christi, And over a skin of Italy's wine
To get a little misty. Yet not the blood of the Bordeaux grape,
The finest grape juice going, Nor clammy Constania, the pride of the Cape,
Prefer I to Inishowen.
By C. W. Dalmon
Now some may drink to ladies fine,
With painted cheeks and gowns of silk ; But we will drink to dairymaids, In pocket-mugs of rum and milk! O, 'tis up in the morning early, When the dew is on the grass, And St. John's bell rings for matins, And St. Mary's rings for mass ! 116
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