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.
I’m glad I have been in your knickers
And I’m going again pretty soon
Things I would not tell to vicars...
On this still Sunday afternoon,
My love lies down to rest.
Brentford, sing her a soothing tune...