And wow but how the fizzin’ yill
In spilth increased the ullage!
I was an anxious barrel, lad,
When first they tapped my bung.
They whistled me up, yet thro’ the lift
My freaths like rainbows swung.
Waesucks, a pride for ony bar,
The boast o’ barleyhood,
Like Noah’s Ark abune the faem
Maun float, a gantin’ cude,