WEST SUSSEX DRINKING SONG
Theysell good Beer at HaslemereAnd under Guildford Hill.At Little Cowfold as I’ve been toldA beggar may drink his fill:There is a good brew in Amberley too,And by the bridge also;But the swipes they take in at Washington InnIs the very best Beer I know.ChorusWith my here it goes, there it goes,All the fun’s before us:The Tipple’s Aboard and the night is young,The door’s ajar and the Barrel is sprung,I am singing the best song ever was sungAnd it has a rousing chorus.If I were what I never can be,The master or the squire:If you gave me the hundred from here to the sea,Which is more than I desire:Then all my crops should be barley and hops,And did my harvest failI’d sell every rood of mine acres I wouldFor a belly-full of good Ale.ChorusWith my here it goes, there it goes,All the fun’s before us:The Tipple’s aboard and the night is young,The door’s ajar and the Barrel is sprung,I am singing the best song ever was sungAnd it has a rousing chorus.
Theysell good Beer at HaslemereAnd under Guildford Hill.At Little Cowfold as I’ve been toldA beggar may drink his fill:There is a good brew in Amberley too,And by the bridge also;But the swipes they take in at Washington InnIs the very best Beer I know.ChorusWith my here it goes, there it goes,All the fun’s before us:The Tipple’s Aboard and the night is young,The door’s ajar and the Barrel is sprung,I am singing the best song ever was sungAnd it has a rousing chorus.If I were what I never can be,The master or the squire:If you gave me the hundred from here to the sea,Which is more than I desire:Then all my crops should be barley and hops,And did my harvest failI’d sell every rood of mine acres I wouldFor a belly-full of good Ale.ChorusWith my here it goes, there it goes,All the fun’s before us:The Tipple’s aboard and the night is young,The door’s ajar and the Barrel is sprung,I am singing the best song ever was sungAnd it has a rousing chorus.
Theysell good Beer at HaslemereAnd under Guildford Hill.At Little Cowfold as I’ve been toldA beggar may drink his fill:There is a good brew in Amberley too,And by the bridge also;But the swipes they take in at Washington InnIs the very best Beer I know.
Theysell good Beer at Haslemere
And under Guildford Hill.
At Little Cowfold as I’ve been told
A beggar may drink his fill:
There is a good brew in Amberley too,
And by the bridge also;
But the swipes they take in at Washington Inn
Is the very best Beer I know.
Chorus
Chorus
With my here it goes, there it goes,All the fun’s before us:The Tipple’s Aboard and the night is young,The door’s ajar and the Barrel is sprung,I am singing the best song ever was sungAnd it has a rousing chorus.
With my here it goes, there it goes,
All the fun’s before us:
The Tipple’s Aboard and the night is young,
The door’s ajar and the Barrel is sprung,
I am singing the best song ever was sung
And it has a rousing chorus.
If I were what I never can be,The master or the squire:If you gave me the hundred from here to the sea,Which is more than I desire:Then all my crops should be barley and hops,And did my harvest failI’d sell every rood of mine acres I wouldFor a belly-full of good Ale.
If I were what I never can be,
The master or the squire:
If you gave me the hundred from here to the sea,
Which is more than I desire:
Then all my crops should be barley and hops,
And did my harvest fail
I’d sell every rood of mine acres I would
For a belly-full of good Ale.
Chorus
Chorus
With my here it goes, there it goes,All the fun’s before us:The Tipple’s aboard and the night is young,The door’s ajar and the Barrel is sprung,I am singing the best song ever was sungAnd it has a rousing chorus.
With my here it goes, there it goes,
All the fun’s before us:
The Tipple’s aboard and the night is young,
The door’s ajar and the Barrel is sprung,
I am singing the best song ever was sung
And it has a rousing chorus.