The landlord he looks very big, With his high cocked hat and his powder'd wig. Methinks he looks both fair and fat, But he may thank you and me for that: For 'tis O good ale, thou art my darling, And my joy both night and morning. The brewer brewed thee in his pan, The tapster draws thee in his can; Now I with thee will play my part, And lodge thee next unto my heart. For 'tis O— Thou oft hast made my friends my foes, And often made me pawn my clothes; But since thou art so nigh my nose, Come up, my friend,—and down he goes! For 'tis O good ale— | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FOR ST. BARTHOLOMEW'S EVE by MALCOLM COWLEY ON GOING UNNOTICED by ROBERT FROST EIGHTEEN-DOLLAR TAXI TRIP TO TIZAPAN AND BACK TO CHAPALA by CLARENCE MAJOR DR. SCUDDER'S CLINICAL LECTURE by EDGAR LEE MASTERS SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: HILDRUP TUBBS by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |