Real Ale of Old England Burgess/Hallworth
Come sit yourself down
With me on the ground
While I tell you an old Cornish Tale
How from over the sea
From the Isle of Jersey
Came Skinner, the brewer of ale
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Real Ale of Old England
From Tamar to Tyne
But Betty's a fine Cornish gal
For west of the Tamar
The real ales of fame are
Brewed by the banks of the Fal
Pretty Betty don't fail
For we'll carry your pail
Your pail full of pale Cornish Ale.
Oh queen Betty Stogs
In your corsets and cloggs
You’re a delicate, dainty female
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There’s a lady called Betty
More powerful than pretty
An iconic marketing ploy
She’s lovely large tits
But there’s male gender bits
Hidden under her skirts - she's a boy!
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The stories are legion
of a singing Norwegian
Who at once fell in love with Miss Stogs
And she took a liking
To the handsome young viking
With a body like Noggin the Nog.
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King Arthur lived here
And he knew his beer
He drank Stogs from the true Holy Grail.
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She’s Britain’s best bitter
Betty Stogs is the queen of real ale
