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.