Robin Aboon/A Sup of Good Whisky

A SUP OF GOOD WHISKY.

A sup of good whisky will make you glad,
Too much of the creature will make you mad;
If you take in resson 't will make you wise:
If you drink to excess it will close up your eyes;
Yet Father and Mother,
And Sister and Brother,
They all love sup in their turn.

Some preachers will tell you to drink is bail,
I thick so too———if there's a one to be had;
The Swadler will bid you drink none at all;
But while I can get it a fig for them all;
Both Layman and Brother,
In spite of th's pother,
Will take s sup in their turn.

Some Doctors will tell you ⟨'twill⟩ spoil your hea'th
And justice will say 'twill reduce your wealth:
Physicians and ⟨Lawyers⟩ will all agree,
When your money's all gone, they can get no fee;
Yet Surgeon Doctor.
And Lawyer and Poctor,
Will all take a sup in their turn.

The Turks who ⟨arrived⟩ from the port sublime,
They to'd us that drinking was held a great crime;
Jet after their dinner awsy they slank.
And tipple their wine till they got quite drunk;
The Sultan and Crommet,
Ant even Mahomet,
They all take a sup in their turn.

The Quakers will bid you from drink abstain,
By yea, and by nay 'tis a fault in the vain;
Set some of the Broadbrims will get to the stuff,
Add tipple away till they've tippled enough;
For Stiff rump and Steady,
And Solomon, Lady,
Would all take a snp in their turn.

The Germans will say they drink the most,
The French and Italians will also boast;
Hibernia' the country for all their noise,
For generous drinking and hearty boys;
Where each jovial fellow,
Will drink till he's mellow,
And sake of his glass in his turn.