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I have a drinks cabinet tall and smart
I make the serving of drinks quite an art
I’ve beautiful crystal of every size
An antiques dealer would find such a prize
Always served on a silver tray
Not Mrs Bucket but Mrs Bouquet
But my mother told me never drink gin
I was brought up to believe that it was a sin
In Spring I like to serve ginger wine
I can guarantee it will make you feel fine
Its colour holds such a golden hue
I know how much good it will do you
It settles my stomach – makes me feel right
And helps me to sleep when I’m restless at night
But my mother told me never drink gin
I was brought up to believe that it was a sin
In Summer I’ll serve a tall glass of Pimms
It looks so delightful you might sing some hymns
Lemon and strawberries, raspberries and mint
In the evening sunshine the crystal will glint
You’ll eat the fruit on a long cocktail stick
When you reach the bottom, give the glass a sly lick
But my mother told me never drink gin
I was brought up to believe that it was a sin
In Autumn Italian Prosecco I’ll choose
We’ll talk of our summer, over holidays we’ll muse
We’ll think nothing of having two glasses or three
By the end of the evening we’ll feel full of glee
In my tummy I may feel a rumble (or ill)
I might have to take a Gaviscon pill
But my mother told me never drink gin
I was brought up to believe that it was a sin
In Winter I’ll serve you my favourite drink
A Scots girl I am, so what do you think
A whisky it is, Isla or pure malt from Glencoe
It surely will warm you right down to your toe
It really will fill us quite full of mirth
I was given a Toddy from the day of my birth
But my mother told me never drink gin
I was brought up to believe that it was a sin
After lunch at Christmas I’ll serve a rich port
It will help the digestion, or so it ought
Tawny looks scrawny, the Ruby’s a must
We’ve eaten our fill and feel fit to bust
We’ll open our presents and play a game
Sing carols, have fun, each year just the same
But my mother told me never drink gin
I was brought up to believe that it was a sin
When I was a young bride divorces were rare
But I knew a young woman who had an affair
It proved mother right, never drink gin
She was florid of face and committed a sin
Gin was her drink, I remember the shock
I look back on my life and now I take stock
‘Cos in that drinks cabinet I’ll just have a look
There’s a bottle of gin in the furthest dark nook
Now in olden days they drank gin and beer
Because the well water was not pure or clear
Would gin drive away Covid – keep us from harm
Clear away ills while keeping us warm
Is there something in gin if served with a tonic
Would it fight off the virus and make us bionic
But I’ll stick with mother and never drink gin
I was brought up to believe that gin was a sin!
Eileen Ann Moore. October 2020