The Bards of Bedlam Filk Library

Blessings On the Brewer

Lyrics by Frederick of Holland, August XXXI (1996)

(To the Tune of: A Mighty Fortress Is Our God)

Ale, wine or beer all in the cup
We drink to bring us plea-a-sure
An empty glass doth cause a sigh
So draw another mea-ea-sure

CHORUS:
     So lift your glasses high
     We'll drink until they're dry
     Then fill them up again
     Here's to surcease of pain
     And blessings on the brewer.

We raise a song and loud we sing
The hills send back resounding
Let all join us in praise of beer
On table tankards pounding.

     CHORUS

All day we toil to gain our bread
In stable, field, or ha-a-ll
Come eventide we'll drink our fill
And respite gain witha-a-ll

     CHORUS

Good company will share a glass
Blithe song and conversation.
But best of all the one who makes
The barkeep pour libation.

     CHORUS

©1996 Frederick J. Hollander

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