Yesterday morning wait, Oops! ! I think it was night
When after booze I felt every thing is bright
The fools says don't drink, it damages your liver
Doctor says drink brandy, when you in fever
Think it is a Christ Blood and drink the Wine
You’ll see how delicious it is & it taste divine
Hypocrites are those who curse the liquor
After the meal, it’s enjoyed by the Vicar
It makes you fly without the wings
With the Air when you swing
After a peg or two, when you are High
No more sorrows remain a nigh
So I stand up again, to drink some more
Light my smoke, fill the glass & say Cheers Mr. Mohr
'1 peg more, ” I said; 'its a finest blended whiskey
And I drank till I felt like frisky
Drink it tis night, every night, every gloomy night
With its first sip, it’ll make you feel delight
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