You foam within our glasses, you lusty golden brew,
Whoever imbibes takes
fire from you.
The young and the old sing your praises,
Here's to beer,
Here's to cheer,
Here's to beer!
Source: From the opera, "The Bartered
Why, we'll smoke and drink our beer.
like a drop of good beer, I does.
I'ze fond of good beer, I is.
fine sit down to their wine.
But we'll all of us here stick to our beer.
Old Somersetshire English song
Mother's in the kitchen washing
out the jugs,
Sister's in the pantry bottling the suds,
Father's in the
cellar mixin' up the hops,
Johnny's on the front porch watchin' for the cops.
Champagne costs too much,
Vodka puts big mouths in gear.
This little refrain
Why it's better to order a beer!
there is no beer...
That's why we drink ours here.
every wound, a balm.
For every sorrow, cheer.
For every storm, a calm.
For every thirst, a beer.
He that buys land buys many stones.
He that buys flesh buys many bones.
He that buys eggs buys many shells,
But he that buys good beer buys nothing else.
to a long life and a merry one.
A quick death and an easy one.
girl and an honest one.
A cold beer-and another one!
Source: Old Irish
Which art in barrels,
Thy will be drunk, (I will be drunk),
At home as it is in
Give us this day our foamy head,
And forgive us our spillages,
As we forgive those who spill against us.
And lead us not to incarceration,
But deliver us from hangovers.
For thine is The beer, The bitter, The
Forever and ever,