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Glorious Beer
When schoolboy friends meet once again, who have not
met for years, Say over what will they sit down and talk of their careers, Your " wishy-washy " wines won't do, and fiery spiriti
fail, For nothing blends the hearts of friends like good old
English ale.
Chorus. So come what will, etc.
Dy'e think my eye would be as bright, my heart as light
and gay, If I and " old John Barleycorn " did not shake hands
each day ? No, no ; and though teetotallers at malt and hops may
rail, At them I'll laugh and gaily quaff my glass of old English
ale.
Chorus. So come what will, etc.
GLORIOUS BEER1
Beer, beer, glorious beer !
Fill yourselves right up to here ! Drink a good deal of it—make a good meal of it,
Stick to your old fashion'd beer ! Don't be afraid of it—drink till you're made of it—
Now altogether, a cheer ! Up with the sale of it—down with a pail of it—
Glorious, glorious beer !
1 I omit all else but the chorus in a song unworthy of it. The publishers are Messrs. Day and Hunter.
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