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Gwendolyn Rose Ojeda

A top ‘o the morning
To the Irish mead
To the bartender more tips
For this pleasant mead was
Sweeter than a fair maiden's lips
Over to the brisk taste of an amber
The refreshment of a smooth  pale
I was hanging on the edge
Waiting for my  cask-conditioned ale

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Brian Hutton

Golden, amber, pale or porter,
doesn't matter,
just bring me a beer
clear as the Northern night,
fresh as the company I keep.
And maybe just one more before I sleep.

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Marcus Kevin Fishly

There once was a man who did not have a fear
when he sat down and drank a six pack of beer
his belly did bloat, his weight it did rise
but the beer gave the feeling of being so wise

The thought of it cooling, so frosted and near
in the mug it sits so golden that beer
the taste is so good never bitter or queer
bringing always a laugh and never a tear

Many a time in that room full of cheer
a wrong emotion did come from that beer
it was never right to hold it so dear
replacing importance with just another cold beer

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William Butler Yeats

A statesman is an easy man, he tells his lies by rote.
A journalist invents his lies, and rams them down your
throat.
So stay at home and drink your beer and let the
neighbors vote.

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Oliver Holmes

Let schoolmasters puzzle their brain,
With grammar, and nonsense, and learning;
Good liquor, I stoutly maintain,
Gives genius better discerning.


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Cup of Brew
by Arthur K. Brown

Differences in perspective
Simply melt away
after a cup or two of brew

Different spiritual traditions
Blend into one with fun
As we dine with a barleywine

Enlightenment and libation
Go hand in hand;
It’s time to take a serious stand,
To raise the cup
And to go bottoms up

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Ale and Hearty
by Francis McClune

A patient whose ailment was gout,
Was informed that he drank too much stout.
The fellow turned pale,
As he yelled “I need ale!
“Downing beer is what living’s about.”

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Beer Aplomb
by  Sean O'Brien

Of "tanks" he's the largest and worst
Three breweries live by his thirst
To drink beer by the tun
Is his idea of fun
And some day he will certainly burst.

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Beer for Breakfast
Albert Perkins

O Heavy Wet! thine excellence
I sing, O Heavy Wet!
Nectar of man, who, having beer,
Need envy not Olympian cheer –
On thee my soul is set!

The fittest drink I stout maintain,
For coppers cool or hot,
Is porter – by the Thames’s side
From Barclay’s vasty vats supplied,
Pull’d from a pewter pot!

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Hops
by Boris Pasternak

Beneath the willow wound round with ivy
we take cover from the worst
of the storm, with a greatcoat round
our shoulders and my hands around your waist.

I've got it wrong. That isn't ivy
entwined in the bushes round
the wood, but hops. You intoxicate me!
Let's spread the greatcoat on the ground.

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The Wind That Shakes The Barley
Katharine Tynan

There's music in my heart all day,
I hear it late and early,
It comes from fields are far away,
The wind that shakes the barley.

Above the uplands drenched with dew
The sky hangs soft and pearly,
An emerald world is listening to
The wind that shakes the barley.

Above the bluest mountain crest
The lark is singing rarely,
It rocks the singer into rest,
The wind that shakes the barley.

Oh, still through summers and through springs
It calls me late and early.
Come home, come home, come home, it sings,
The wind that shakes the barley.

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Honkiest Tonkiest Beer Joint
by D
ale Watson

It's been here for near on thirty years
Wish I had a dime for every time somebody cried
a tear in their beer

And a penny for every smile and Ginny gave out
At the honkiest tonkiest beer joint, in town
45's are on the jukebox, some old some new
They say "Hello there, pull up a chair, what can I get for you?"
Well that's just small talk to help you feel at home
when you come 'round

The honkiest tonkiest beer joint, in town
If you're out on that side of town
You wanna shoot some pool or just shoot a cool one down
Rose's pickled eggs and sausage are by the pound
At the honkiest tonkiest beer joint, in town



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