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First Line: "SAYS MY LORD TO HIS COOK, 'YOU SON OF A PUNK'"
Last Line: "SO FOR FEAR I SHOULD MISS IT, I'M DRUNK EVERY DAY"
Subject(s): DRINKS & DRINKING;
Says my Lord to his Cook, "You son of a punk,
How comes it I see you thus every day drunk?
Physicians, they say, once a month do allow
A man for his health to get drunk as a sow."
"That is right," quoth the cook, "but the day they don't say,
So for fear I should miss it, I'm drunk every day."
@3"New Foundling Hospital for Wit." 1786@1.



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