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Roud 1512, recorded by Cantwell Family 1964. Final verse rewritten by Alex Ellis
When I was a young man my father did say Summer`s a coming it’s time to make hay Now when hays been carted don’t you ever fail To drink gaffer`s health in a pint of good ale. Chorus Ale, ale, glorious ale Served up in pewter it tells it’s own tale Some folks likes radishes some curly kale But give I boiled parsnips and a great dish of taters And a lump of fatty bacon and a pint of good ale. Now take those teetotallers they drinks water neat. It must rot their gutses and give ’em damp feet. Now I always say that a man can’t grow stale On boiled beef and bacon and a pint of good ale. Our General Assembly, their pledge for to keep Except for our own rep they sit there and sleep Best send her a letter, phone call, or email Saying “bring down the price of a pint of good ale!”