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 auld wife sat at her ivied door, (Butter and eggs and a pound of cheese) A thing she had frequently done before; And her spectacles lay on her apron'd knees.

Meaning, however, is no great matter.

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

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

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

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?