1: Oh it's of good ale to you I'll sing,
And to good ale I'll always cling;
I like my mug filled to the brim,
And I'll drink all you like to bring.
Chorus:
O good ale thou art my darling,
Though art my joy both night and morning.
2: I love you in the early morn,
I love you daylight, dark or dawn;
And when I'm weary, worn or spent,
It's turn the tap and ease the vent.
3: Oh it's you that makes my friends my foes,
It's you that makes me wear old clothes;
But since you come so near my nose,
It's up you comes and down you goes.
4: Now if all my friends from Adam's race,
Were to meet me here all in this place;
I would part from all without one tear,
Before I'd part from my good beer.
Chorus:
O good ale thou art my darling,
Though art my joy both night and morning.
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