SONGS OF THE VINE WITH A MEDLEY FOR MALTWORMS: SELECTED AND EDITED BY WILLIAM G. HUTCHISON - Published by A. H. BULLEN London. 1904
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Inishowen                        William Maginn.

I care not a fig for a flagon of flip,
   Or a whistling can of rumbo;
But my tongue through whisky-punch will slip
   As nimble as Hurlothrumbo.
So put the spirits on the board,
   And give the lemons a squeezer,
And we'll mix a jorum, by the Lord!
   That will make your worship sneeze, sir.

The French, no doubt, are famous souls,
   I love them for their brandy;
In rum and sweet tobacco-rolls
   Jamaica men are handy.
The big-breeched Dutch in juniper gin,
   I own, are very knowing;
But are rum, gin, brandy worth a pin
   Compared with Inishowen?

Though here with a lord 'tis jolly and fine
   To tumble down Lachryma Christi,
And over a skin of Italy's wine
   To get a little misty;
Yet not the blood of the Bordeaux grape,
   The finest grape-juice going,
Nor clammy Constantia, the pride of the Cape,
   Prefer I to Inishowen.

This probably appeared first in Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine for 1822. William Maginn, for whom see http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/William_Maginn, was a frequent contributor.

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