Oh how we love the taste of ale!..
Fear not at your livers' quail!..
For the Spirits offer us this joy in life!
A beer each day is for what we strive! Ha-ha
Blow the foam of drink away!..
Watch it over the brim go sail!..
Raise a beer and cheer for mead!
untill you can't stand on your feet!
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OH!!.. Once there was alf a-prancing!..
Milkwhite skin and golden hair..
ready to with trees, be romancing!'
Oh! .. and his boots of finest weaversilk!..
Gifted to him..
because from mother's side!
He was of the same ilk!
