Bottled Ale
This from a Gammer Gurton Nursery rhyme booklet, Glasgow, about 1810:

Without teeth it bites
Without tongue it sings
It foams without anger
And flies without wings.

I have found a 'song' called "A Tankard of Ale," but it may not be the one in the Bodleian Collection, mentioned above.

Lyr. Add: A TANKARD OF ALE

Ale that the absent battle fights,
And fames the march of Swedish drums
Disputes the princes' lawes and rights,
And what is past, and what's to come,
Tells mortal wights.

Ale that the plowman's heart upkeeps,
And equals it with Tyrants' thrones;
That wipes the eye that overweepes,
And lulls in sweet and dainty sleepes
His wearied bones.

Grandchilde of Ceres, Barlie's daughter,
Wine's emulus neighbor, if but stale;
Innobling all the nymphs of water,
And filling each man's heart with laughter-
Hah! give me ale!

A Tankard of Ale- online songbook.
http://www.traditionalmusic.co.uk/tankard-ale/tankard-ale%20-%200194.htm
(Hidden under another title; not in the index)