Gin in well, gin in well, gin down well!
Cops!
In! We'll do time for gin-distill crime.
Throw in the whole gin batch from tub and tun*
'Cause the gin-mill cops have got guns.

Gin in well, gin in well, gin down well
Drop!
Or we'll do time for distillin' 'shine.
Thrash in the firkins*—dump gin in well, there,
And sop up a share.

We will do time for this still crime
If it's not thrown away.
Hell doin' time; on cellmate climbs
And tries to slide in his horn while you pray.

Gin by cups, gin by quarts brings on the heat,
Gin sans tax stamps they stop.
Mixes and mingles with the water so sweet,
Pitch it in the well!
Pitch it in pell-mell!
It's the gin-distill cops!


*tun, a large cask; firkin, container holding approx. 1/4 barrel