From 'The Banquet of Thalia', a songbook without music, p. 84, York,[1792]

O Good Ale! thou art my darling

The Landlord he looks very big
With his high-cock'd hat and powdered wig;
Methinks he looks both fair and fat,
But he may thank YOU and I for that
Chorus
For, O good Ale! thou art my darling,
Thou art my comfort night and morning.

The brewer brew'd thee in his pan,
And the tapster draws thee in his can;
So I with them will play my part,
And lodge with thee next unto my heart

And if my wife should thee dispise,
By Jove I'll beat out both her eyes!
But if she loves ME as I love THEE,
A happy couple we should be.

Thou oft hath made my friends my foes,
And often made me pawn my clothes;
And since thou art so near my nose,
Come up, my friend -- and down it goes
Chorus
For, O good Ale! thou art my darling,
Thou art my comfort night and morning.

[The Copper family sings this so you can swipe the tune.]