Classic Poem

Brown waffles and mellow molasses
Welsh rarebit that bites us and burns
Budweiser that fills up our glasses
The waiter that turns and returns
When these have gone by with their glories
What then to our stomachs remain?
Thou! Mystic and savage Dolores
Our Lady of Pain!

We physic and doctor and dope us
Thou art smoking and tempting and hot
What matter if pains telescope us
We eat thee, dyspepsia or not
Nor health nor hygiene is the question
So fill up the bumpers again
Thou wilt come when we have indigestion
Our Lady of Pain!