Lament I have no memory of
Your medicinal effects,
Suffice to say I sober stayed
Except on beer's draught.
Yet Aggie held no influence
For no teetotaller was I
I've got a fcuking bad memory
So for you my love, it's awry!
I long to recall you lusty lull
And regain your spicy spirit
To languish, half-piss'd in me pit
and dream of scanty Wrens
To smell the salt and hear the pipe
and see the Rum Tub brought
And all the sailors eagerly amass
For Tot, Oh Tot, Farewell.