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King Whishey's father down in Hell	A
He rubbed his hands with glee	B
'My son on earth is doing well	A
Extremely well ' said he	B
'Pile up the logs upon the blaze	C
And let the furnace roar	D
Another batch of Whiskey's slaves	E
Is hammering at the door '	F
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The flames shot up a brilliant red	G
The grid was white with heat	H
A basting pot of boiling lead	G
Was placed on every seat	H
'Ha ha ' said Satan 'this is neat	H
We have no cause to fear	I
That they'll complain they did not meet	H
A warm reception here '	-
	-
King Whiskey sat upon his throne	J
His courtiers standing round	K
All meek subservient in tone	J
They bowed them to the ground	K
In tribute then they handed up	L
Their stores of golden wealth	M
And from the reeking poison cup	L
They drank King Whiskey's health	M
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And out beyond the palace gates	N
The wives and mothers stand	O
And breadless loudly curse the fates	N
That whiskey rules the land	O
The courtiers dimly hear the cry	P
But Whiskey dulls their ears	Q
'Fill up let revelry run high	P
We'll drown these childish fears '	-
	-
And men there are in Whiskey's land	O
Complaining times are bad	R
And money getting scarcer and	S
But little to be had	R
And yet however bad is trade	T
And things however flat	U
King Whiskey's tribute must be paid	T
They can't go short of that	U
	-
King Whiskey's courtiers soon grow old	V
And tribute's falling short	W
The strength is gone the blood is cold	V
The once clear mind distraught	X
And demons imps and grinning apes	Y
And glaring reptiles yell	A
And loathsome forms and fearsome shapes	Y
All point the road to Hell	A
	-
But Whiskey's court is bright and gay	Z
Nor do the ranks grow thin	A2
For as the old are borne away	Z
The younger ones come in	A2
King Whiskey's father down in Hell	A
He rubs his hands with glee	B
'My son on earth is doing well	A
Extremely well ' says he	B

William Thomas Goodge

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