From Reddall & Buck, "Songs That Never Die", 1894.

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  T:Moet and Chandon
  M:3/4
  L:1/4
  K:C
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What care I if the world's turn'd round?
No, let it turn and turn again,
No matter if it's upside down,
It still produces good Champagne.
Never care I how the times may go,
Oh! I oh! oh! I oh!
Moet and Chandon drowns each woe,
Oh! I oh! oh! I oh!

CHORUS
Champagne Charlie was my name,
Champagne drinking gained my fame;
So as of old when on the spree,
Moet and Chandon's the wine for me.

White wines are pale and have no taste,
The red indeed have too much hue,
Moselle in pleasing often fails,
Still Hock's too slow and suits but few,
Burgundy, Sherry, Greek wines, Bordeaux
Oh! I oh! oh! I oh!
Like Port from Spain do but taste so-so,
Oh! I oh! oh! I oh! CHORUS

Champagne's the wine for giving toasts,
Let husbands toast their buxom wives,
Whilst lovers drink to sweethearts true,
And bachelors to married lives,
They'll not keep single for long I know,
Oh! I oh! oh! I oh!
Bach'lors by "Cham" will be turn'd to beaux
Oh! I oh! oh! I oh! CHORUS


TEMPERANCE VERSION

What care I if the world turns round?
It must, and will; that's one thing sure,
No matter if it's upside down,
It still affords us water pure.
Never care I how the times may go,
Oh! I oh! oh! I oh!
Water, pure water can bring no woe,
Oh! I oh! oh! I oh!

CHORUS
Champagne Charlie was my name
Champagne drinking gained my fame;
Moet and Chandon made me spree,
But water today is the drink for me.

White wines are pale and have no taste,
The red indeed have too much hue,
Moselle in pleasing often fails,
Still Hock's too slow and suits but few,
Lager is heavy and thick you know,
Oh! I oh! oh! I oh!
Water is dainty and free to flow,
Oh! I oh! oh! I oh! CHORUS

Champagne's the wine for giving toasts,
For headaches, and for waste of wealth;
But water pure is better far
To quench the thirst or drink one's health.
Down on the banks where the lilies grow,
Oh! I oh! oh! I oh!
Sparkling and bright do the streamlets flow,
Oh! I oh! oh! I oh! CHORUS