1930 ABC of Mixing Cocktails (ninth impression)

Say, wh y did Time his glass s u blime Fill u p wit h s:i.nd unsightly 'v\/ hen wine, h e knew, runs brisker thro ugh , And sparkles far more brightl y ?

May yo ur sh adow n e ver grow less.

H ere 's to the m o neyless m a n crush ed with sorro\\' a nd pain . May h e think of the barma n \\'hen his star ri ses a gain.

For a ' th a t a nd a' th a t, It 's comin g ye t for a ' that, Th a t man t o m a n, th e worl d o'er, S h a ll brithers b e for a' tha t.

For m e , I'm w om a n 's slave co nfessed \.Vithout h er, hopeless a nd un blessed .

Here's t o a bottle a n d a n honest frien d ! what wad ye wish for mair, ma n ? Wha kens, before his life may end, what his share m ay b e of care, m a n ! Th en catch the moments as they fly, a nd u se them as ye ough t , man ; Believe m e, h a ppiness is shy, and comes not aye when sought, m a n. Here's to you, as good as you are; And h ere's t o m e , as bad as I am . But as good as you a re, and as bad a s I am; I'm as good as y ou are, as bad as I am . IOO