This is the version that Roy Palmer has in his book "A Taste of Ale" which has your verse in it Nutty:

Whene'er I drink of Friezland ale drawn from an old brown bottle
I feel as if a summer morn were running down my throttle
A pint of sunshine at a draught, all sparkle, grip and mettle
There never is a cloudy day when Friezland ale's in fettle

As white as milk when newly drawn and never milk is richer
With creamy puffs in bunches blown like roses in a pitcher
But never roses half so sweet so dewy, cool and sappy
A mellow can of Friezland ale would make a gatepost happy

You're ten years younger with a pint and if you've two you're twenty
They ne'er grow old on that hillside because they swallow plenty
For Friezland folk they live at home they're decent folk and warty
With ruddy cheeks and double chins and always hale and hearty

A woman's eyes are witching things and sweet they say her kisses
But let my lips meet Friezland ale - the fountain of all blisses
Give me a book, an old clay pipe a pint for quiet drinking
There is no king upon the earth so happy to my thinking

Now brewery ale is noise and boast and foolish talk and fratchin'
But Friezland ale is mirth and wit and music that is catchin'
With homely sermons quaint and wise and racy old-world teaching
I'd go to chapel thrice a day if Friezland ale were preaching

Now he who drinks that mellow ale grows riper than the cherry
He walks on daisies all his life, his heart is always merry
And in his hand you find a grip that tells you he's your brother
For Friezland ale does parson's work and makes us love each other

Cheers
Mark