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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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John Taylor

Then high and mighty town's ale did I drink there
It made my brains to caper and career
It was of such magnificent strong force
to knock me in five miles twice from my hourse

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Thomas Randall

I wish I was a brewer's horse
For twelve months in the year
I'd put my head where my tail should be
And suck up all the beer

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The Dejeune

And what this flood of deeper brown,
Which a white foam does also crown,
Less white than snow, more white than motar?
Oh, my soul!  Can this be Porter?

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Louis Untermeyer

Life alas,
is very drear
Up with the glass!
Down with the beer!

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George Crabbe

Lo!  the poor toper whose untutur'd sense
Sees bliss in ale, and can with wine dispense;
Whose head proud fancy never taught to steer,
Beyond the muddy ecstasies of beer.


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Thomas Moore

If with water you fill up your glasses,
You'll never write anything wise,
For ale is the horse of Parnassus
Which hurries a bard to the skies.

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Robert W. Service

I've looked upon the wine that's white, and on the wine that's red
I've looked on cider flowing', till it fairly turned me 'ead;
But oh, the finest scoff will be, when all is done and said
A pint o' Bass in Blighty in the mawnin'.




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