And sent them away with a flea in their ear.
O! the brown beer, &c.
Our clergymen then took a cup of good beer;
Ere they mounted the rostrum, their spirits to cheer;
Then preached against vice, though courtiers were near.
O! the brown beer, &c.
Their doctrines were then authentic and bold,
Well grounded on scripture and fathers of old
But now they preach nothing but what they are told.
O! the brown beer, &c.