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"I LIKES A DROP OF GOOD BEER, I DOES", by                    
First Line: "come, neighbours all, both great and small"
Last Line: For I likes a bottle of good beer
Subject(s): Beer;drinks & Drinking; Ale


COME, neighbours all, both great and small,
Let's perform our duties here,
And loudly sing, Long live the King,
For bating the tax on beer:
For I likes a little good beer;
And loudly sing, Long live the King,
For bating the tax on beer.

Some people think distill-e-ry drink
Is wholesome, neat and sheer,
But I will contend to my life's end,
There's nothing to tipple like beer:
For I likes a little good beer;
And I will contend to my life's end,
There's nothing to tipple like beer.

Brandy and gin blows out the skin,
And makes one feel very queer:
But whenever I puts them into my stomach
I always wishes 'twas beer:
For I likes a little good beer;
But whenever I puts them into my stomach
I always wishes 'twas beer.

From drinking rum the maggots come,
And bowel pains appear;
But I always find both cholic and wind
Are driven away by beer;
For I likes a little good beer;
But I always find that cholic and wind
Are driven away by beer.

Moll, if I chooses, reads out the news
With voice both firm and clear,
While I eats my tripe and smokes my pipe,
And drinks my gallon of beer:
For I likes a little good beer;
While I eats my tripe and smokes my pipe,
And drinks my gallon of beer.

At the public house they used to chouse,
Which caused me many a tear;
But the new beer shops sell malt and hops,
And that's the right stuff to make beer:
For I likes a little good beer;
But the new beer shops sell malt and hops,
And that's the right stuff to make beer;
For I likes a little good beer.

Of all things thirst I count the worst,
And always stand in fear;
So when I goes out I carries about
A little pint bottle of beer:
For I likes a little good beer;
So when I goes out I carries about
A little pint bottle of beer;
For I likes a little good beer.

'Twixt wet and dry I always try
From the extremes to steer;
And tho' I've shrunk from getting dead drunk,
I've always been fond of my beer:
For I likes a little good beer;
And tho' I've shrunk from getting dead drunk
I've always been fond of my beer;
For I likes a little good beer.

Let ministers shape the duty on Cape
And ordain that Port shall be dear;
But damn their eyes if ever they tries
To rob a poor man of his beer;
For I likes a little good beer;
But damn their eyes if ever they tries
To rob a poor man of his beer;
For I likes a drop of good beer.





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