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A Tankard of Ale
Ale that the absent battle fights,
And fames the march of Swedish drums;
Disputes the princes' lawes and rights, And what is past, and what's to come, Tells mortal wights.
Ale that the plowman's heart upkeeps, And equals it with Tyrants' thrones ; That wipes the eye that overweepes, And lulls in sweet and dainty sleepes His wearied bones.
Grandchilde of Ceres, Barlie's daughter, Wine's emulus neighbour, if but stale; Innobling all the nymphs of water, And filling each man's heart with laughter -Hah ! give me ale !
Bryng us in good ale, and bryng us in good ale ;
For our blyssyd Lady sak, bryng us in good ale. Bryng us in no browne bred, fore that is made of brane, Nor bryng us in no whyt bred, fore therein is no game.
But bryng us in good ale.
1 " Songs and Carols of the Fifteenth Century," by Wright. Percy Society Edition.
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