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Robert Graves - The Three Drinkers
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Blacksmith Green had three strong sons,
  With bread and beef did fill `em,
Now John and Ned are perished and dead,
  But plenty remains of William.

John Green was a whiskey drinker,
  The Land of Cakes supplied him,
Till at last his soul flew out by the hole
  That the fierce drink burned inside him.

Ned Green was a water drinker,
  And, Lord, how Ned would fuddle!
He rotted away his mortal clay
  Like an old boot thrown in a puddle.

Will Green was a wise young drinker,
  Shrank from whiskey or water,
But he made good cheer with headstrong beer,
  And married an alderman`s daughter.
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