COME, neighbours all, both great and small, Let's perform our duties here, And loudly sing, Long live the King, For bating the tax on beer: For I likes a little good beer; And loudly sing, Long live the King, For bating the tax on beer. Some people think distill-e-ry drink Is wholesome, neat and sheer, But I will contend to my life's end, There's nothing to tipple like beer: For I likes a little good beer; And I will contend to my life's end, There's nothing to tipple like beer. Brandy and gin blows out the skin, And makes one feel very queer: But whenever I puts them into my stomach I always wishes 'twas beer: For I likes a little good beer; But whenever I puts them into my stomach I always wishes 'twas beer. From drinking rum the maggots come, And bowel pains appear; But I always find both cholic and wind Are driven away by beer; For I likes a little good beer; But I always find that cholic and wind Are driven away by beer. Moll, if I chooses, reads out the news With voice both firm and clear, While I eats my tripe and smokes my pipe, And drinks my gallon of beer: For I likes a little good beer; While I eats my tripe and smokes my pipe, And drinks my gallon of beer. At the public house they used to chouse, Which caused me many a tear; But the new beer shops sell malt and hops, And that's the right stuff to make beer: For I likes a little good beer; But the new beer shops sell malt and hops, And that's the right stuff to make beer; For I likes a little good beer. Of all things thirst I count the worst, And always stand in fear; So when I goes out I carries about A little pint bottle of beer: For I likes a little good beer; So when I goes out I carries about A little pint bottle of beer; For I likes a little good beer. 'Twixt wet and dry I always try From the extremes to steer; And tho' I've shrunk from getting dead drunk, I've always been fond of my beer: For I likes a little good beer; And tho' I've shrunk from getting dead drunk I've always been fond of my beer; For I likes a little good beer. Let ministers shape the duty on Cape And ordain that Port shall be dear; But damn their eyes if ever they tries To rob a poor man of his beer; For I likes a little good beer; But damn their eyes if ever they tries To rob a poor man of his beer; For I likes a drop of good beer. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...UNTITLED, 1968; FOR MARK ROTHKO by JAMES GALVIN ENVOYS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON HOW MY HEART SINKS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON LOVELIGHT by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON PENT by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: ELMER BARR by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |