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


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.


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

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
So stay at home and drink your beer and let the
neighbors vote.


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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Billy Currington

I wasn't born for diggin deep holes
I'm not made for pavin long roads
I aint cut out to climb high line poles
But I'm pretty good at drinkin beer

I'm not the type to work in a bank
I'm no good at slappin on paint
Don't have a knack for makin motors crank, no
But I'm pretty good at drinkin beer


Brooks Dunn

Life's too short, let's get to livin' it
Let's give it all we can give it
Let your hair down, turn the music up
We gonna paint the town flat, tear it up
The party starts here get in line
Beer thirty a honky tonk time


Ron Cooper

If all my friends from Adam's race
Were to meet me here all in this place,
I could part from all without one tear
Before I'd part from my good beer,

You have caused me debts and I've often swore
That I never would drink strong ale no more,
But you for all that I forgive
And I'll drink strong ale just as long as I live,



Feast on beer or fast on water,
  And your honour shall stand sure;
God Almighty’s son and daughter,
  He the valiant, she the pure.
If an angel out of heaven
  Brings you other things to drink,
Thank him for his kind intentions,
  Go and pour them down the sink.


Byran Cardask

Come, brothers, share the fellowship
  We celebrate to-night;
There ’s grace of song on every lip
  And every heart is light!
But first, before our mentor chimes
  The hour of jubilee,
Let’s drink some ale to good old times,
  And good times yet to be!
      Clink, clink, clink!
      Merrily let us drink!


Eugene Field

If our own life is the life of a flower
  (And that’s what some sages are thinking),
We should moisten the bud with a health-giving flood
      And ‘t will bloom all the sweeter—
      Yes, life ’s the completer
  For beer drinking,
          and drinking,
              and drinking.


John Cooper

It is of good ale to you I'll sing
And to good ale I'll always cling,
I like my mug filled to the brim
And I'll drink all you'd like to bring,
O, good ale, thou art my darling,
Thou art my joy both night and morning.

It is you that helps me with my work
And from a task I'll never shirk
While I can get a good home-brew,
And better than one pint I like two


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