| Lyrics: | Nottingham Ale
When Venus, the goddess of beauty and love
Arose from the froth that
swam on the sea
Minerva sprang out of the cranium of Jove
A coy, sullen dame as most
mortals agree
But Bacchus, they tell us, that prince of good fellows
Was Jupiter's son,
pray attend my tale
They who thus chatter mistake quite the matter
He sprang from a barrel
of Nottingham Ale
Nottingham Ale, me boys, Nottingham Ale
No liquor on earth is like
Nottingham Ale
Nottingham Ale, me boys, Nottingham Ale
No liquor on earth is like
Nottingham Ale
You bishops and curates, priests, deacons and vicars
When once you
have tasted, you all must agree
That Nottingham Ale is the best of all liquors
And none
understands a good creature like thee.
It dispels every vapor, saves pen, ink and
paper
For when you've a mind in your pulpit to rail
It'll open your throats, you may
preach without notes
When inspired with a bumper of Nottingham Ale.
Ye poets who
pray on the Hellican brooke
The nectar of Gods and the juice of the vine,
You say none can
write well except they invoke
The friendly assistance of one of the Nine.
His liquor
surpassed the streams of Parnassus
That nectar, Ambrosia, on which Gods regale
Experience
will show it, naught makes a good poet
Like quantum sufficients of Nottingham
Ale.
And you doctors, who more executions have done
With powder and potion and bolus
and pill
Than hangman with halter, or soldier with gun
Miser with famine or lawyer with
quill
To dispatch us the quicker, you forbid us malt liquor
Till our bodies consume, and
our faces grow pale
Let him mind you, who pleases, what cures all diseases
A plentiful
glass of good Nottingham Ale.
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