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He laid his hand on beer
 * Before he could drink up any,

And on the floor, with sigh and tear,
 * He poured the pot of "thruppenny."

"Oh,, at this very bar,
 * A truth you'll be discovering,

A good and evil genius are
 * Around your noddle hovering.

"They both are here to bid you shun
 * The other one's society,

For Total Abstinence is one,
 * The other, Inebriety."