Birmingham Ale

by Anonymous

 

Birmingham Ale.

 

 

Ye lads and ye lasses come list to my lays,
Attention too lend, while I Birmingham praise,
'Tis a place will be famous in after time story,
As adding a wreath to our National Glory.
Derry down, &c.

For Ale are we famous, clear wholesome & strong,
One drop of it now would enliven my song.
Had my good Mother's milk tasted like it, I vow,
I ne'er would have left, but kept sucking 'till now.

Of Guy, Earl of Warwick, our country can boast,
Who in fighting & thumping rul'd lord of the roast
He with courage resistless his foes did assail,
For he strengthen'd his sinews with Birmingham Ale.

When he put on his armour to kill the Dun Cow,
Which he certainly did, tho' I can't tell you how,
He drank a full gallon of Birmingham Ale,
'Ere he ventur'd in battle to pull the Cow's tail.

Our swords & our guns thro' the world are the best
As our foes to their sorrow can truly attest;
With Birmingham Bayonets, Birmingham Ale,
No true British spirit was e'er known to fail.

Let each one that's true to our Town's honest fame
When he drinks of Ale mention Wellington's name
May be and his army Victorious prevail,
Ne'er want our roast beef or good Birmingham Ale.

Success to our lads who our credit maintain,
And win laurel wreaths with the heroes of Spain,
May they safely return—their sweethearts regale,
And relate all their dangers o'er Birmingham Ale.

 

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