By which he catches men

He is a beast of many horns

And ever thus has been.

For there's rum, and gin, and beer, and wine

And brandy of logwood hue

And hock, and port, and flip combine

To make a man look blue.

He says be merry, for here's good sherry

And Tom and Jerry, champagne and perry,

And spirits of every hue,

O are not these a fiendish crew

As ever a mortal knew

O are not these a fiendish crew

As ever a mortal knew.

King Alcohol is very sly

A liar from the first

He'll make you drink until you're dry

Then drink because you thirst.

For there's rum, and gin, and beer, and wine

And brandy of logwood hue

And hock, and port, and flip combine

To make a man look blue.

He says be merry, for here's good sherry

And Tom and Jerry, champagne and perry,

And spirits of every hue,

O are not these a fiendish crew

As ever a mortal knew

O are not these a fiendish crew

As ever a mortal knew.

King Alcohol has had his day

His kingdom's crumbling fast

His votaries are heard to say

Our tumbling days are past.

For there's no rum, nor gin, nor beer, nor wine

Nor brandy of any hue

Nor hock, nor port, nor flip combined

To make a man get blue

And now they're merry, without their sherry

Or Tom and Jerry, champagne and perry

Or spirits of every hue

And now they are a temperate crew

As ever a mortal knew

And now they are a temperate crew

And have given the devil his due.

The shout of Washingtonians

Is heard on every gale

They're chanting now the victory

O'er cider, beer, and ale.

For there's no rum, nor gin, nor beer, nor wine

Nor brandy of any hue

Nor hock, nor port, nor flip combined

To make a man get blue

And now they're merry, without their sherry

Or Tom and Jerry, champagne and perry

Or spirits of every hue

And now they are a temperate crew

As ever a mortal knew

And now they are a temperate crew

And have given the devil his due.