On these cold winter nights, The throat takes a bite, The air nips the voice, And you feel rather horse. *** A quick dash of whiskey, Some honey or syrup, Add a splash of lemon, Some hot water, And you will be singing. *** Nothing quite sooths, Like the sharp ness of you, A sip of your warm spirit, And it lifts my spirits.
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