Theatrical speaker/The Drunkard and his Bottle

THE DRUNKARD AND HIS BOTTLE.

Sober. Touch thee! No. Viper of vengeance!
I'll break thy head against the wall,
Did you not promise?—ay—
To make me strong as Sampson—
And rich—rich as Crœsus—
(I'll wring thy villainous neck),
And wise—wise as Solomon,
And happier than the happiest!

But instead of this—villain!
You've stripped me of my locks—
Left my pocket empty as a cuckoo's nest
In March-fooled me out of all my senses—
Made me ragged—made me wretched,
And then laid me in a ditch!
Touch thee! sure as there's vengeance
In this fist, I'll sear the moon
With thy broken skull!
But—one embrace before thou die:—
(tasting.)
Afloat. 'Tis best to part in friendship.
Ah! thou last some virtues yet:
I always thought 'twas best,
To give the devil his due:
First tack. And—(tasting)—though devil thou art,
Thou hast a pleasant face—
A sparkling eye—a ruby lip—
A blushing cheek—and thy breath—
(tasting)
Half seas over.'Tis sw-e-eter than the
Bre-e-zes that ev-er gambol
Till the break of day
A a mong the beds of roses.

Three sheets in My ho honey (tasting) thou shalt not die.
the wind. I'll stand by thee, day and night,
And fi-ight like Her (hic) cu-les.
I'll re e-each the parson (hic) a little wisdom
I'll preach (hic) tem-per-ance too,
I'll live on mil-(hic)k and honey,
Aground. And (falling) be the ha hap-pi-est man on earth. (hic.)