George Barrell Cheever: Deacon Giles' distillery (1844)

1st Demon.
Round about the cauldron go,
In the poisoned entrails throw,
Drugs, that in the coldest veins,
Shoot incessant fiery pains;
Herbs, that, brought from hell's black door,
Do its business, slow and sure.

All in Chorus.
Double, double, toil and trouble;
Fire burn, and cauldron bubble.

Several Demons successively, 1st, 2d, 3d, &c.
This shall scorch and sear the brain,
This shall mad the heart with pain,
This shall bloat the flesh with fire,
This eternal thirst inspire,
This shall savage lust inflame,
This shall steel the soul to shame,
This make all mankind contend
'Tis their generous social friend.

All in Chorus.
Double, double, toil and trouble,
Fire burn, and cauldron bubble.

2d Demon.
This shall brutalize the mind,
And to the corporal frame shall bind
Fell disease of every kind;
Dropsies, agues, fierce catarrhs,
Pestilential inward wars,
Fevers, gouts, convulsive starts,
Racking spasms in vital parts.
And men shall call the liquor good,
The more with death it thicks the blood.

All in Chorus.
Double, double, toil and trouble,
Fire burn, and cauldron bubble.

All the Demons in Full Chorus.
Mortals! yours the damning sin;
Drink the maddening mixture in.
It shall beat with fierce control,
All the pulses of the soul.
Sweet the poison, love it well,
As the common path to hell.
Let the charm of powerful trouble,
Like a hell-broth boil, and bubble.

Double, double, toil and trouble,
Fire burn, and cauldron bubble.