Some tell me their small is good, but for me I do not heed it;
And I don’t like your fourpenny, nor yet your intermediate.
The gin it don’t agree with me, the brandy makes me pale,
But the reason I’m so jolly is, I stick to drinking ale.
Ale, ale, double X ale!
There’s no drink like ale, there’s no drink like ale!
An exile from Knight’s, liquors dazzle me in vain;
Oh, give me nay seat at the Christopher again;
The jolly little pot-boy that came at my call;
And give me my glass of ale, dearer than all.