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?

Go mad, and beat their wives; Plunge (after shocking lives) Razors and carving knives Into their gizzards.

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

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?

Meaning, however, is no great matter.

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

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