Yeah, Ray, Yetties could easily have been my source. They were regular guests at the Bluebell.

Here's my twopennorth

GLORIOUS ALE

When I was a young lad my father did say,
'Summer's nigh over let's go and make hay,
And when the hay has been carted don't you never fail
To drink gaffer's health in a pint of good ale

Ale, ale, glorious a-a-ale
Served up in pewter it tells its own tale
Some folk like raddishes, some curlie Kale,
But give I boiled parsnips and a gurt dish of taters
An' a big lump o' fatty ba-acon and a pint of good ale.

Now take all teetotallers who drinks water neat,
It must rot their guts out and give 'em damp feet,
I've allus thought lads that you'll never fail,
On broad beans and cabbages, and a pint of good a-a-ale. ch

Our MPs in parliment we're anxious to keep,
We 'opes now we've gorrem there they don't sit an' sleep.
They'll allus get my vote if they never fail
To bring down the price of a pint of good a-a-ale. ch

I have a nasty suspicion the writer had flatulence on his mind as well as drinking, taking into account the combination of consumables and the possible hazards of combining the drinking with singing line 3!