Bring Us a Barrel (Keith Marsden) We don't want to drink our Ale from a pin Because there's too little stuff within. Four and a half is each measure in full, Too small for our sup; not enough for us all, So bring us a barrel, and set it up right, Bring us a barrel to last out the night, Bring us a barrel, no matter how high, We'll drink it up lads, we'll drink it dry. The poor little firkins, nine gallons in all, Though the ale, it is good, the size is too small For lads that are drinkers, like you and like I, That firkin small barrel will quickly run dry, And when I am dying and on my death bed, By my bedside leave a fine full hogshead, And if down below I must go when I die, Then me and Old Nick, we can both drink it dry, So roll out your puncheon\* and bring us the butt, There are the measures before us to put, And pass your mug round and good ale, it will flow, And we'll be content for an hour or so, \*111.6 gallons Copyright Keith Marsden BR
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