Come, have a drink with me –
Care can swallow love,
And tasks devour time
Enough of cups of tea!
Your eyes, ever more sublime,
Dancing bright above
A brown and friendly beer
Will soon meet mine, my dear
Intoxicatingly.
On this still Sunday afternoon,
My love lies down to rest.
Brentford, sing her a soothing tune...
I love the times you call me a cunt
Though some might think it an affront
But I still bliss in knowing this...
