1.
In honest Bacon's ingle-neuk
Here maun I sit and think,
Sick o' the warld and warld's folk,
An' sick, damn'd sick, o' drink!
2.
I see, I see there is nae help,
But still doun I maun sink,
Till some day laigh enough I yelp: --
'Wae worth that cursed drink!'
3.
Yestreen, alas! I was sae fu'
I could but yisk and wink;
And now this day, sair, sair I rue
The weary, weary drink.
4.
Satan, I fear thy sooty claws,
I hate thy brunstane stink,
And ay I curse the luckless cause,
The wicked soup o' drink.
5.
In vain I would forget my woes
In idle rhyming clink,
For, past redemption damn'd in Prose,
I can do nought but drink.
6.
To you my trusty, well try'd friend,
May heaven still on you blink,
And may your life flow to the end,
Sweet as a dry man's drink!

In honest Bacon's fireplace corner
Here must I sit and think,
Sick of the world and world's people,
And sick, damned sick, of drink!

I see, I see there is no help,
But still down I must sink,
Till some day low enough I yelp: --
'Alas that cursed drink!'

Last night, alas! I was so full (drunk)
I could but hiccup and wink;
And now this day, sore, sore I rue
The weary, weary drink.

Satan, I fear your sooty claws,
I hate your brimstone stink,
And always I curse the luckless cause,
The wicked sup of drink.

In vain I would forget my woes
In idle rhyming jingle,
For, past redemption damned in Prose,
I can do nothing but drink.

To you my trusty, well tried friend,
May heaven still on you smile,
And may your life flow to the end,
Sweet as a dry man's drink!