Ale, Ale, Glorious Ale

Chorus: Ale, Ale, Glorious Ale Served up in pewter it tells its own tale. Some folks like radishes, some curleye kale But give I boiled parsnips And a great dish of taters And a lump of fatty bacon And a pint of good ale

When I was a young man my father did say, The summer is comin', it's time to make hay. And when hay's been carted, don't you ever fail To drink gaffer's health in a pint of good ale

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Our MP's in parliament, our faith for to keep And I hope now we put him there, he won't sit and sleep But he'll always get my vote if he doesn't fail To keep down the price of a pint of good ale

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Some folks is teetotallers, they drink water neat It must rot their guts and give 'em damp feet But as for my part, I know I'll not fail On boiled beef and bacon and good English ale

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