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NOTHING LIKE GROG.
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 swigg’d 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.
