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Title
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Old brown ale
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Singer
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Hope, Charles Frederick
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Song Lyrics
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Verse 1
In comes the landlord, he looks so big,
With his high top hat and his curly wig;
He looks so big and so precious fat,
You and I must pray for that.
Chorus
Old brown ale, thou art my darling,
Thou art my comfort, night and morning.
Verse 2
The brewer he brews it in the pan,
And the landlord sells it in the can,
But as for me, I'll play my part,
For I love thee dearly to my heart.
Chorus
Verse 4
It ofttimes makes my friends my foes,
And likewise makes me pawn my clothes,
But whilst thou art so nigh my nose,
Come up, brown ale, and down it goes.
Chorus
Verse 5
And if my wife does me despise,
I'll step up to her and black both her eyes,
But if she loves me as I love thee,
What a happy couple we shall be!
Chorus
Verse 6
If all the son's of Adam's race,
Were to assemble in this place,
I'd just give thee hearty cheer
Before I'd part from thee, my dear!
Chorus
