Old English folk song, author unknown
Three jolly coachmen
sat in a Bristol Tavern,
and they decided,
to have another flagon.
Landlord fill the flowing bowl,
until it doth run over.
For tonight we’ll merry, merry be.
Tomorrow we’ll be sober.
Here’s to the man who drinks small beer,
and goes to bed quite sober.
Fades as the leaves do fade,
and drop off in October.
Here’s to the man who drinks strong ale,
and goes to bed quite mellow.
Lives as he ought to live,
and dies a jolly good fellow
...
If I had another brick,
I’d build by chimney higher.
It would stop my neighbour’s cat,
from pissing on my fire.
...
Landlord fill the flowing bowl,
until it doth run over.
For tonight we’ll merry, merry be.
Tomorrow we’re Hungover.
(http://brookstonbeerbulletin.com/beer-poetry/#unknown1)
Three jolly coachmen
sat in a Bristol Tavern,
and they decided,
to have another flagon.
Landlord fill the flowing bowl,
until it doth run over.
For tonight we’ll merry, merry be.
Tomorrow we’ll be sober.
Here’s to the man who drinks small beer,
and goes to bed quite sober.
Fades as the leaves do fade,
and drop off in October.
Here’s to the man who drinks strong ale,
and goes to bed quite mellow.
Lives as he ought to live,
and dies a jolly good fellow
...
If I had another brick,
I’d build by chimney higher.
It would stop my neighbour’s cat,
from pissing on my fire.
...
Landlord fill the flowing bowl,
until it doth run over.
For tonight we’ll merry, merry be.
Tomorrow we’re Hungover.
(http://brookstonbeerbulletin.com/beer-poetry/#unknown1)
