The Humours of Whiskey
While a child in me cradle, me nurse with her ladle
Was filling my mouth with a notion of pap
When a drop from her bottle fell into me throttle
I stumbled and capered clean out of her lap
On the floor I lay crawlin' and screamin' and bawlin'
'Til me mother and father were called to the fore
All sobbing and sighing they feared I was dying
till they found I only was a cryin' for more.
While a child in me cradle, me nurse with her ladle
Was filling my mouth with a notion of pap
When a drop from her bottle fell into me throttle
I stumbled and capered clean out of her lap
On the floor I lay crawlin' and screamin' and bawlin'
'Til me mother and father were called to the fore
All sobbing and sighing they feared I was dying
till they found I only was a cryin' for more.