A sup of good whisky will make you glad;Too much of the creature will make you mad;If you take it in reason, 'twill make you wise;If you drink it to excess, it will close up your eyes:Yet Father and Mother,And Sifter, and Brother,They all love a sup in their turn.
Some preachers will tell you, to drink it is bad;I think so too, if there's none to be had.The wadler will bid you drink none at all;But while I can get it, a fig for them all.Both Laymen and other,In spite of this pother,Will all take a sup in their turn.
Some Doctors will tell you, 'twill hurt your health;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 and Doctor,And Lawyer and Proctor,Will all take a sup in their turn.
The Turks, who arriv'd from the Porte Sublime,They told us that drinking was held a great crime;Yet after their dinner, away they slunk,And tippled their wine till they got quite drunk.The Sultan and Crommet.And even Mahomat,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:Yet some of the Broadbrims will get to the stuff,And tipple away. till they've tippled enough.For Stiff-rump and Steady,And Solomon's Lady,Would all take a sup in their turn.
The Germans will say, they can drink the most;The French and Italians will also boast:Hibernia's the country, for all their noise,For generous drinking, and hearty boys:There each jovial fellow,Will drink till he's mellow,And take off his glass in his turn.
Divider from 'The Linnet', a chapbook printed in Falkirk in 1819
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