One night, when I was frisky…
over some potent whisky…
Like the waves of the Bay of Biscay…
I began to tumble and roar…
My face was as red as a lobster…
I fell and broke my poor nob, sir…
My watch was picked from my fob, sir…
I'll never get drunk no more…
Now I'm resolved to try it…
I'll stick to a moderate diet…
I'll not drink, but I'll deny it…
And shun the alehouse-door…
For that's where they tell us…
With all the jolly good fellas…
But I swear by the poker and bellows…
_I'll never get drunk anymore…