From The Universal Songster: Or, Museum of Mirth (London: Jones and Co., 1834):

THERE'S COMFORT IN A DROP OF GIN.
Air—"The White Cockade."—(Tapsell.)

While some roar out "the Dog's Meat Man,"
And others chant "Sweet Lovely Nan,"
In praise of Hodges' Best I sing,
There's comfort in a drop of gin.
A drop of gin, the girls they cry—
A drop of gin, the lads reply;
And all who live to cry or grin,
Find comfort in a drop of GIN.

The grave, the gay, both rich and poor,
For sorrow find in gin a cure;
The stiff old maid, with pious song,
In private takes Old Jolly Tom,
A drop of gin, the old girl sighs,
Blue ruin sparkles in her eyes,
And while she prays to keep from sin,
Finds comfort in a drop of GIN.

By many names dear Gin is called;
"Strip me naked," is by porter bawled,
"Flash of lightning," the am'rous spark.
The dandy asks for "Nancy Clark;
"A yard of tape," and many more,
Which to repeat is quite a bore;
Yet all who wake to cry or grin,
Find comfort in a drop of GIN.

Then, while we live to laugh and sin,
Drink our Old Friend in jolly gin;
Care to the wind!—another glass.
Success to trade, and smiling lass.
Let parsons preach, and dotards scan,
On all the worst of mortal man;
Yet all who lose the day or win,
Find comfort in a drop of GIN.