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

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

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

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.

Meaning, however, is no great matter.

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?