English poem
Of good English Beer our songs let's…
by Anonymous
Of good English Beer our songs let's raise, We've a right by our freedom's charter; And follow our brave forefathers ways, Who liv'd in the days of King Arthur. Of those gallant days loud fame has told, Beer gave the stout Britons spirit; In love they spoke truth, In war they were bold, And flourish'd by dint of merit.
Then like them crown our bowls, Our plenteous brown bowls, And take them off clever, To all true English souls, And Old England, Old England, for ever, Huzza! Old England for ever, Huzza! Old England for ever, Old England, Old England, Huzza! Old England for ever.
The glory in love, or war they won. By battles and sieges, and sallies, Was the happy effects of their own Good beer and roast beef in their bellies; All foreign attempts they did disdain, So fir'd with resolution; For liberty they'd bleed ev'ry vein, To keep their own constitution,
Cho. Then like them crown our bowls, &c.
Like them let us fill, and drink, and sing, To all who our state are aiding; To commerce, that our wealth does bring, And every branch of our trading: By commerce all grandeur we sustain, That makes a powerful nation: Then let us agree, and with vigour maintain Our trade and our navigation.
Cho. Then like them crown our bowls, &c.