But taps, that in our day were famous,
Have given place to Lager Bier.
Now, settled in this island-city,
We let new fashions have their weight;
Though none too lucky—more’s the pity!—
Can still beguile our humble state
By finding time to come together,
In every season of the year,
In sunny, wet, or windy weather,
And clink our mugs of Lager Bier.