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Somehow I always like to think / Of GEORGEADE as a Summer Drink, / Sparkling and cool, with just a Tang / Of Pleasant Effervescent Slang; / A Wholesome Tonic, without question, / And Cure for Moral Indigestion. / In Summer-time, beneath the shade, / We find Refreshment in GEORGEADE. / And 'mid the Scorching City's roar / We drink him up and call for more. / I often wonder what the "Trade" / Buys half so precious as GEORGEADE.