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Their doctrines were then authentic and bold, Well grounded on Scripture and fathers of old ; But now they preach nothing but what they are told. Oh, the bright beer, etc.
For since the Geneva and strong ratine,
We are dwindled to nothing—but stay, let me see
Faith ! nothing at all but mere fiddle-de-dee.
Oh, the bright beer of old England !
Oh, the old English bright beer !
A GLASS OF OLD ENGLISH ALE1
By J. Caxton
They talk about their foreign wines—Champagne and
bright Moselle, And think because they're from abroad that we must
like them well. And of their wholesome qualities they tell a wondrous
tale ;
But sour or sweet they cannot beat a glass of old English
ale.
Chorus
So come what will, boys, drink it still
Your cheeks 'twill never pale.
Their foreign stuff is well enough,
But give me old English ale,
My boys,
But give me old English ale.
1 Set to music by Mallardaine and published by Cocks and Co., New Burlington St. Text from Marchant's " In Praise of Ale."
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