Beer, Beer, Beer

Beer, beer, beer,
Tiddley beer, beer, beer

A long time ago, way back in history
When all there was to drink was nothing but cups of tea
Along came a man by the name of Charlie Mops
And he invented a wonderful drink and he made it out of hops.

He must have been an admiral, a sultan or a King
And to his praise we shall always sing
Look what he has done for us, he’s filled us up with cheer
Lord bless Charlie Mops the man who invented beer.

Beer, beer, beer,
Tiddley beer, beer, beer.

The Furey’s bar, the Clancy’s pub, the hole in the wall as well
Of one thing you can be sure of, it’s Charlie’s beer they sell
So come on all me lucky lads, at eleven o’clock ye stop
For five short seconds, remember Charlie Mops
One, two, three, four, five.

He must have been an admiral, a sultan or a King
And to his praise we shall always sing
Look what he has done for us, he’s filled us up with cheer
Lord bless Charlie Mops the man who invented beer.

A barrel of malt a bushel of hops,
You stir it around with a stick
The type of lubrication to make your engine tick
Forty pints of wallop a day will keep away the quacks
It’s only eight pence halpenny a print and one six in tax.

He must have been an admiral, a sultan or a King
And to his praise we shall always sing
Look what he has done for us, he’s filled us up with cheer
Lord bless Charlie Mops the man who invented beer.

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