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...ONLY ONE MOTHER by GEORGE COOPER HOTWELLS by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN BENEDICTION by VALERY YAKOVLEVICH BRYUSOV ASTROLOGER'S ADDRESS by JOHN BYROM RECEIPT FOR AN APPETITE by ALICE CARY |