Graeme Miles
Chorus:
God bless the merry little hop That brings us all good cheer
For without the merry little hop We would never know strong beer
We would never know strong beer
Here’s praise indeed for the barley malt From which fine whiskies come
And praise indeed for the sugar in the cane From which does come brown rum
And praise indeed for juniper With its berry black as sin
For without the juniper tree We’d not know fiery gin.
Here’s praise indeed for the golden grape That hangs upon the vine
For without the golden grape We’d not know brandy wine
And praise indeed for the apples on the bow That in the autumn grow
For without the apples on the bow Sweet cider we’d not know.
And so we raise our glasses high To admire that amber glow
There’s not a brewer throughout the land Who’d not have us to know
That the ale he brews is honest and true The finest and the best
But without the merry little hop It would never pass the test
And now we’ll put our glasses down All empty to the dreg
We’ll call on the landlord good and loud To tap another keg
And as we watch the liquid flow And admire that glorious sound
We’ll raise our glasses one more time And sing another roundÂ