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Shoe binding should be changed to quality,

The mounting mobocratic masses

May over-top US UPPER CLASSES.

The readiest way to keep them down

Is this, give every jade and clown

“Lots” of intoxicating stuff,

Gin, whiskey, and new rum enough;

And in that case, I’ll bet my eyes,

The rogues will never, never rise;

Though placed in heaven, they could not fail

To be Sir Richard Rum’s canaille.

If ardent spirit is not handy,

Cider’s almost as good as brandy,

And strong beer serves to drench one’s dust,

And keep alive the drunkard’s thirst.

There’s nothing like intoxication

To thin off extra population,

And keep it at respectful distance

Behind the means of man’s subsistence.

By your good leave, I question whether

War, famine, pestilence, together,

Could fill, of alcohol, the place,

In doctoring off the human race.

Then, paltry pauper, swig away,

With gin and whiskey soak your clay,

Till you’ve diluted it to mortar,

Á filthy mass of mud and water.

Drink till th’ experiment you make

Of how much liquid fire ’twill take