Let us hope all its tailors are paid for the same.
Sing, “Oh! &c.”
Punch 1844.
O! The Brown Beer of Old England.
When humming brown beer was the Englishman’s taste,
Our wives they were merry, our daughters were chaste;
Their breath smelt like roses whenever embraced;
O! the brown beer of old England,
And, O! the Old English brown beer.