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

Meaning, however, is no great matter.

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

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

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?

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

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