Greg Katiz

When life gives you a lemon
There is no need to fear
But forget about the lemonade
And get some craft beer

Now, I have travelled far and wide
To countries there and here
But I have never found a taste
That beats my craft beer

If loving craft beer is bad
If drinking it a crime
Then come and lock me up, police
I'll gladly do my time


Douglas Mallin

Three jolly coachmen
sat in a Bristol Tavern,
and they decided,
to have another flagon.

Landlord fill the flowing bowl,
until it doth run over.
For tonight we’ll merry, merry be.
Tomorrow we’ll be sober.

Here’s to the man who drinks small beer,
and goes to bed quite sober.
Fades as the leaves do fade,
and drop off in October.

Here’s to the man who drinks strong ale,
and goes to bed quite mellow.
Lives as he ought to live,
and dies a jolly good fellow


William Aytoun

Ah, liberty! how like thou art
To this large bottle lying here,
Which yesterday from foreign mart,
Came filled with potent English beer!

A touch of steel — a hand — a gush —
A pop that sounded far and near —
A wild emotion - liquid rush —
And I had drunk that English beer!

And what remains? - An empty shell!
A lifeless form both sad and queer,
A temple where no god doth dwell —
The simple memory of beer!


Al Calde

If wine be the liquid of the snobs
then beer is the liquid of the gods

So immerse yourself in suds and bubbles
and you will soon forget all yourtroubles

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