The Three Drinkers.
Blacksmith Green had three strong sons, With bread and beef did fill 'em, Now John and Ned are perished and dead, But plenty remains of William. John Green was a whiskey drinker, The Land of Cakes supplied him, Till at last his soul flew out by the hole That the fierce drink burned inside him. Ned Green was a water drinker, And, Lord, how Ned would fuddle! He rotted away his mortal clay Like an old boot thrown in a puddle. Will Green was a wise young drinker, Shrank from whiskey or water, But he made good cheer with headstrong beer, And married an alderman's daughter.
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