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Or merry swains, who quaff the nut-brown ale,
And sing enamour'd of the nut-brown maid.
Or merry swains, who quaff the nut-brown ale,
And sing enamour'd of the nut-brown maid.
Here
With my beer
I sit,
While golden moments flit:
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Here
With my beer
I sit,
While golden moments flit:
Alas!
They pass
Unheeded by:
And as they fly,
I,
Being dry,
Sit, idly sipping here
My beer.
Beer is proof that God loves us and wants us to be happy.
Beer is proof that God loves us and wants us to be happy.
I drink when I have occasion, and sometimes when I have no
occasion.
I drink when I have occasion, and sometimes when I have no
occasion.
Inspiring bold John Barleycorn,
What dangers thou canst make us scorn!
Wi' tippenny, we fear nae evil;
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Inspiring bold John Barleycorn,
What dangers thou canst make us scorn!
Wi' tippenny, we fear nae evil;
Wi' usquebae, we'll face the devil!
"Wery good power o' suction, Sammy," said Mr. Weller the
elder. . . . "You'd ha' made an uncommon read more
"Wery good power o' suction, Sammy," said Mr. Weller the
elder. . . . "You'd ha' made an uncommon fine oyster, Sammy, if
you'd been born in that station o' life."
When I got up to the Peacock--where I found everybody drinking
hot punch in self-preservation.
When I got up to the Peacock--where I found everybody drinking
hot punch in self-preservation.
When the liquor's out, why clink the cannikin?
When the liquor's out, why clink the cannikin?
Inebriate of air am I,
And debauchee of dew,
Reeling, through endless summer days,
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Inebriate of air am I,
And debauchee of dew,
Reeling, through endless summer days,
From inns of molten blue.