But your spyndle-shank’d sparks Wha sae ill fill their sarks, Your pale-visaged milksops and beaux, man: I think when I see them, ’Twere kindness to gie them— A cogie o’ yill or o’ brose, man. Then hey, &c., &c.
What John Bull despises, Our better sense prizes, He denies eatin’ blanter ava, man; But by eatin o’ blanter, His mare’s grown, I’ll warrant her, The manliest brute o’ the twa, man. Then hey, &c., &c.
It would not be difficult to fill a volume of considerable size with songs and ballads having ale or beer for their subject, but the foregoing, together with many others to be found in these pages, are among the best of their kind, and will doubtless give a fair idea of the poetry of malt liquor.
CHAPTER XII.
“Blessing of your heart, you brew good Ale.”
Two Gentlemen of Verona. Act iii., Sc. 1.
“The bigger the brewing the better the browst.”
Old Yorkshire Proverb.
BREWING IN THE PRESENT DAY. — ANECDOTAL AND BIOGRAPHICAL ACCOUNT OF SOME REPRESENTATIVE LONDON, DUBLIN, BURTON, AND COUNTRY BREWING FIRMS. — EDINBURGH ALES.