Why should we sleep? let’s drink to better fortune;
So Farewell, Landlord, Farewell, old boy, hurrah!
Beer! Boys, Beer! all over town and country,
Beer! Boys, Beer! with pewter pot in hand;
Beer! Boys, Beer! for all who don’t mind labour,
Beer! Boys, Beer! who a gallon’s going to stand?
Beer! Boys, Beer, off the froth we’re blowing,
Our throats to freely pour down Barclay’s best;
The “Bobby” may follow in the track we’re going
The “Star and Garter” we’ll drop in, to rest,