He's a fool who gives over the liquor,
It softens the skinflint at once,
It urges the slow coach on quicker,
Gives spirit and brains to the dunce.

The man who is dumb as a rule
Discovers a great deal to say,
While he who is bashful since Yule
Will talk in an amorous way.

Liquor is quicker!

It's drink that uplifts the poltroon
To give battle in France and in Spain.
Now here is an end of my tune-
And fill me that bumper again!