Water Is Alright In Tay

The French drink wine, the English tea

The Yankee gulps his hot black coffee

The child drinks milk nine times a day

The Scotsman sips his whiskey toddy

You can keep you wine and keep your tea

My curse on him that give me coffee

I'll drink porter, if I may

It makes me feel content and happy

Porter quaffed down with a laugh

The gentry have their aching livers

Water is alright in tea

For fish and things that swim in rivers

The poor man and the beggar, too

The poet in the corner thinking

If they had money enough to spend

It's pints of porter they'd be drinking

Porter quaffed down with a laugh

The gentry have their aching livers

Water is alright in tea

For fish and things that swim in rivers

The miser hoards and stores his gold

The bee collects the summer honey

When that miser's dead and cold

Someone else will kiss his money!

Porter quaffed down with a laugh

The gentry have their aching livers

Water is alright in tea

For fish and things that swim in rivers

Some go in for counting beads

More go in for chasing women

The scholar stays at home and reads

Give me the glass with porter in it

Porter quaffed down with a laugh

The gentry have their aching livers

Water is alright in tea

For fish and things that swim in rivers

Porter quaffed down with a laugh

The gentry have their aching livers

Water is alright in tea

For fish and things that swim in rivers