Glorious Ale

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Ale, Ale, Glorious Ale

Served up in pewter it tells its own tale,

Some folks like radishes

Some curleye kale

But give I boiled parsnips

And a great dish of taters

And a lump of fatty bacon

And a pint of good ale

When I was a young man my father did say,

Summer is coming and it's time to make hay.

Now when hay is carted don't you never fail.

To drink gaffer's health in a pint of good ale.

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Now our MP's in parliament, our safety to keep

Now we hope now we put him there, he won't sit and sleep

But they'll all have my vote if they never fail

To keep down the price of a pint of good ale

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