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A Tankard of Ale |
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SONG IN PRAISE OF ALE1
Submit, bunch of grapes, To the strong barley ear; The weak wine no longer The laurel shall wear.
Sack and all drinks else, Desist from the strife ; Ale's the only aqua vitae And liquor of life.
Then come, my boon fellows, Let's drink it around ; It keeps us from the grave Though it lays us on ground.
Ale's a physician, No mountebank bragger ; Can cure the chill ague, Though it be with the stagger.
Ale's a strong wrestler, Flings all it hath met; And makes the ground slippery, Though it be not wet.
1 " London Chanticleer, 1659." 92 |
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