Old Peculier (note the spelling - a famous North Yorkshire beer) was written by the late Keith Marsden and sung by our group - Cockersdale (started by Keith) It is available in our book "Picking Sooty Blackberries" and on "Prospect Providence" I've just scanned the words in for you - hope they come through OK

Cheers!
Graham

OLD PECULIER
(Keith Marsden)

Some men take cider in the spring to make the sap rise frisky,
And when the Autumn mists come on they keep them out with whiskey.
Some say there's nought like English ale in Summers heat to cool yer
But I've one drink all seasons round - a pint of Old Peculier.

Chorus: A pint of Old, a pint of Old, a pint of Old Peculier,
Yes I've one drink all seasons round - a pint of Old Peculier.

For ague and gout some men take rum, for fever some take brandy,
Some keep the porter standing nigh, some keep the Hollands handy.
Forswear I say these physics all let no such doctors rule yer,
The one true cure the nostrum sure - a pint of Old Peculier.

Chorus:

In youth long hours with maids I spent tasting their delights sir,
Though greatly I enjoyed their days I much preferred their nights sir.
I lost my heart to Kates and Janes and sold my soul for Julia,
But now the ranting days are done, I'm left with Old Peculier.

Chorus:

If wife should nag or children err or trusted friend betray you,
With the magic potion to your hand these slights will not dismay you.
If peevish master with new tricks or foolish ways would school yer,
Then find your consolation in - a pint of Old Peculier.

Chorus:

And now the years are drawing in and fame past you has slid sir,
Forget the maids who said they might, recall but those who did sir.
Let cruel fact be lost in time, let kinder mem'ry fool yer,
And find a consolation in - a pint of Old Peculier.
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