ALE OF OLD ENGLAND
CHORUS: Here's a health to the ale of old England,
A strength to our native brew,
All hail John Barleycorn,
Success to the land where he grew.
Englands ale is our pride, the ale that made us great,
Renowned about the countryside, the best brewers can create.
But view that pasteurized brew that modern aberration.
What's this age a coming to, a scourge upon the nation.
Repel these invaders boys these pils and lagers leave.
Resist the advertising ploys and Englands ale believe,
I've tried the foreign wine a glass I once did take
If its held to be so fine why was my thirst not slaked?
They don't Quench your thirst don't whisky rum and gin,
You run out of money first and your livers all caved in.
So for England take a gill, God guide that brewers hand.
And everyone drink with a will. A health to old England
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