A mere spout for a watering pan.
Brave Leo the lion’s our national sign,
Where foreigners come for good fare,
True freedom, true friendship, good humour, good wine,
We hope they will ever find here;
Our houses alone are the Garter and Star,
Jolly Bacchus the sign of the tun,
Where Venus receives us with smiles at the bar,
To fill up life’s measure of fun.
CHORUS.