Two bits for a shot just like that, Maggie;
It burns out the lining of your throat;
It makes you as loony as a bat, Maggie;
It’s enough to get your goat.
But when it’s all that you can get, Maggie,
How’re you going to wet your tongue?
They don’t make good stuff no more, Maggie,
Since you and I were young.

From the play “The thrilling narrative of Edgell, Pearson, Gatwood and Savage: who were rescued, after having been buried alive seven hundred feet under ground, for fourteen days and thirteen hours without food. In the Blue Rock coal mines”

By Robert H. Gilmore

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