Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, INISHOWEN, by WILLIAM MAGINN


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First Line: I care not a fig for a flagon of flip
Last Line: Prefer I to inishowen.
Subject(s): Drinks & Drinking; Wine


I care not a fig for a flagon of flip,
Or a whistling can of rumbo;
But my tongue through whiskey-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 folly 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.





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