Though we have toil, we’ve skittles to reward it,
But when we’ve plenty, we’ll do our Champagne:
Then ours shall be Port and Sherry for the poorest,
And foaming measures we’ll fill and fill again.
Beer! Boys, Beer! all over town and country,
Beer! Boys, Beer! united, pot in hand;
Beer! Boys, Beer! for all who hardly labour,
Beer! Boys, Beer! who the next is going to stand?
J. A. Hardwick.