Ere coffee and tea found their way to the town,
Our ancestors by their own fire-sides sat down,
Their bread it was white, and their beer it was brown.
O! the brown beer &c.
Our heroes of old, of whose conquests we boast,
Could make a good meal of a pot and a toast;
O! did we so now, we should soon rule the roast.
O! the brown beer &c.
When the great Spanish fleet on our coast did appear,
Our sailors, each one, drank a jorum of beer