Oh Beer! Oh Hodgson, Guinness, Allsop, Bass! Names that should be on every infant's tongue! Shall days and months and years and centuries pass, And still your merits be unrecked, unsung?

The heart which grief hath cankered, Hath one unfailing remedy - the Tankard.

Meaning, however, is no great matter.

But what is coffee, but a noxious berry, Born to keep used-up Londoners awake?

Oh Beer! Oh Hodgson, Guinness, Allsop, Bass! Names that should be on every infant's tongue! Shall days and months and years and centuries pass, And still your merits be unrecked, unsung?

Precious to me - it is the Dinner Bell. Oh blessed Bell! Thou bringest beef and beer.

But ah! disasters have their use; And life might e'en be too sunshiny.