Ale’s a strong Wrestler,
Flings all it hath met;
And makes the ground slippery,
Though it be not wet.
6.
Ale is both Ceres,
And good Neptune too;
Ale’s froth was the sea,
From which Venus grew.
7.
Ale is immortal;
And be there no stops
In bonny lads’ quaffing,
Can live without hops.[70]
8.
Then come, my boon fellows,
Let’s drink it around;
It keeps us from grave,
Though it lays us on ground.
C. L.