The Beer of Ballydoyle
| Master Cerian Cantwr |
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Brewed with barley of renown, The ambrosia that's brown - The finest foam that ever topped a head. Filled with porter or with stout, Your glass should never be without, The beer that's Ballydoyle brewed and bred. |
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If your throat's feelin' dry There's a drink you must try. You will shout and you'll cry If the flow ever stops. Every lad and every lass Of any rank or class Will find heaven in a glass Of barley, malt, and hops. So see that you do Drink the brew that is true. For 'tis thicker than stew, Could be sold by the slice. 'Tis topped with the finest foam, What could float a pavin' stone. Makes a meal all on its own, Does this pint o' paradise. |
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The tipplin' o' liqueur Will get you drunk quicker, But make you much sicker Than you've ever been. And schnapps that are Prussian Or vodka what's Russian, Will have your face flushin' A queer shade of green. And so you should choose To politely refuse, Whenever such brews Are offered your way. Much better by far To fill up your jar With the beer black as tar Made the Ballydoyle way. |
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Now I've told my tale - Shun pilsner or pale ale, Transparent brews will fail Compared to dark brown stuff. Black as midnight, dark as peat, None could ever be so sweet. See through beer can not compete. Who could ever get enough? So live life with zest - Fill you mug with the best Of the beer that is blessed With the Ballydoyle name. For there's good in every drop, From the bottom to the top. It can cause your ills to stop, Cure the sick, and heal the lame |
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