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[Nephythys]

Whiskey is the life of man,
I drink whiskey when I can

I thought I heard the old man say,
I'll treat my crew in a decent way.

A glass of grog for every man,
And a bottle full for the chanteyman.

Whiskey up and whiskey down.
And whiskey all around the town.

Oh whiskey here and whiskey there.
Oh I'll have whisky everywhere.

Whiskey makes me pawn my clothes.
And whiskey gave me this red nose.

Whiskey from an old tin can,
I'll drink whiskey when I can.

So, more fun verses about whiskey!!! PLEASE!!

and this one-(which most faire vets will know)

The tailorman he said to me,
(pay me my money down)
'Ye'll pay me 'fore ye leave for sea.'
(Pay me my money down)

The judge he said, 'Look 'ere you mug,
Ye'll pay yer fine or ye'll go to jug!'

The bumboatman he said to me,
'Bottles o' rum I don't give free.'

I thought I heard the captain say,
"Tomorrow is our sailing day."

The very next day we cleared the bar,
He knocked me down with the end of a spar,

Chorus: pay me, you owe me, pay me my money down
you've got to pay me or you'll go to jail
pay me my money down.

You guys are my heroes!!!

[Eliza Hodgkins 1812]

Golden brown, the liquid summer;
Holds me tighter than a lover.

Whiskey gives me a joyful fill
But, alas, I cannot pay the ruddy bill.

Forget me wallet, and lost me sense;
The barmaids yellin’ for her recompense.

I met a filly at the end of the eve;
She kissed me first but left with Steve.

I’ve got an empty in my heart,
That rivals my pockets, and gives me a start.

They threw me in a dirty street,
And beat me from me head to feet

The whiskey flows inside me veins,
Me legs dance a swerve on cobbled lanes.

Oh, bother me soul, I’m still feeling frisky -
Dastardly tale of woe and whiskey

How’d I’d love to have another.
Could you spare a tenner, brother?

[LSPoorEeyorick]

How did I know that E was going to come up with a wide array of whiskey-based poetry for you?

[Cadaverous Pallor]

Eliza, wow!

[Nephythys]

wow- just wow

I'm floored

[Eliza Hodgkins 1812]

Thank you, all. I do love of a bar tale. Whee.

[Cadaverous Pallor]

Whiskey's a friend when cold winds blow
Whiskey makes the sad times go

Whiskey burns me tongue, poor me!
At least until glass two or three

Whiskey sour, whiskey sweet
I love to give me throat a treat

[Eliza Hodgkins 1812]

I especially loved the second one. So true!

[FEJ]

a shot of single malt or old number seven
can sometimes be the key to heaven.

but if constant drowning of sorrow you dwell
your sure to open the pits of hell

the magic elixir, the quick fixer
the pick me up, the bring me down
the overall toast-of-the-town

some call it a spirit
some call it a sin
through good and bad
I call whisky a friend

[FEJ]

some it will inhibit
others it will enhance
for me it us a stupor
maybe for you a trance