A DRUNKEN MAN'S PRAISE OF SOBRIETY
 
 COME swish around, my pretty punk,
 And keep me dancing still
 That I may stay a sober man
 Although I drink my fill.
 
 Sobriety is a jewel
 That I do much adore;
 And therefore keep me dancing
 Though drunkards lie and snore.
 O mind your feet, O mind your feet,
 Keep dancing like a wave,
 And under every dancer
 A dead man in his grave.
 No ups and downs, my pretty,
 A mermaid, not a punk;
 A drunkard is a dead man,
 And all dead men are drunk.