1892 Drinks of the world

DRIAKS.

2 IX

" Be your liqiior small, or as thick as mudd, The cheating bottle cryes, good, good, good, Whereat the master begins to storme, Cause he said more than he could performe.

And I wish that his heires may 7iever want Sacky That first devis'd the bonny black Jack.

No Tankerd, Flaggon, Bottle nor Jugg Are half so good, or so well can hold Tugg, For when they are broke, or full of cracks. Then they must fly to the brave black Jacks. And I wish, etc. When the Bottle and Jack stands together, O fie on't, The Bottle looks just like a dwarfe to a Gyant; Then had we not reason Jacks to chuse For this'l make Boots, when the Bottle mends shoes. And I wishy etc. And as for the bottle you never can fill it Without a Tunnell, but you must spill it, Tis as hard to get in, as it is to get out, 'Tis not so with a Jack, for it runs like a Spout And I wishy etc. And when we have drank out all our store, The Jack goes for Barme to brew us some more And when our Stomacks with hunger have bled. Then it marches for more to make us some bread. And I wishy etc.

I now will cease to speak of the Jack, But hope his assistance I never shall lack, And I hope that now every honest man, Instead of Jack will y'clip him John.

And I wishy etc."

But the composer of ''A Song in praise of the Leather Bottel " could rise to the magnitude of his