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A plague on those musty old lubbers

Who tell us to fast and to think,

And patiently bear with life's rubbers,

With nothing but water to drink;

A can of good stuff had they swigged it,

Would soon ay have set them agog;

In spite of the rules

Of the schools,

The old fools

Would have constantly swigg'd it,

And sworn there was nothing like grog

My father, when last I from Guinea

Return'd with abundance of wealth,

Cry'd, Jack, never be such a ninny

As to drink; says I, Father your health;

So I tipp'd him the stuff and he twigg'd it,

And it soon set th' old codger agog;

So he swigg’d, and mother,

And sister and brother.

And all of us swigg'd it,

And we swore there was nothing like grog.