I has traveled the world, over land and sea, and bartenders I know a plenty. Many friends have I made, out of sun and in shade, where we’ve have downed many of toasts to those past the years of twenty.
When I leaves a place, I has one more for the road, with me hat and me coat I goes walking, till I comes to a hut, where one can get food and rest and the nights are too long, When the sky becomes light, I am on me way, for another day with me friends, Because I likes me Beer.
Deep in the south, in a place called the “Cotton Mouth”, where they serves you a special drink. It’s warm and high with foam, that can chock you to death, if you are not careful, if you drink too fast. and will cause you to fall, hard to the floor. Then they tells you ta go home, as you has had enough and you can’t have any more. But I duz like me Beer.
In a place called York, close to the sea, where ships Captains and crews hang out. The bar maids, old and bar maids young, hurry back and forth, with beer trays in hand, and they spill a little here and a little there. The sleepy old hound are quick to lick it up, as they duz like the beer.
Sometimes you can see a sword or two, cutting through the air, And blood showing on shirt fronts and sleeves, and cuts on the flesh, that will need some time to heal, but not until after. a second round has been served. As friendships are renewed with food and ale, things are back as they were. Cause I duz likes me beer!
A building shakes and swinging doors fly open, A monster of a man is standing there. One leg is of wood and a steel hook, on the end of one arm and a black patch over one eye. You wonder if it is, for him, hard to see, He smiles and you notice that a number of teeth have been set free. I’ll has another cold one “please” Cause I duz like me beer!
He enters the bar and men are jumping out windows, and falling, as they are trying to get out the door. Others just move, far to the other side, as there is no place to hide and they get down, close to the floor. The monster man chooses a table and up-rights a chair from the floor and sets himself down with ease. A bar maid approaches and stops ten feet away, to asked what the master will have. With a soft gentle voice, he says, “bring me pot of tea, make it sweet, with slice of lemon, “if you will please”, and waves her away with his flip of a hand.
After some time, he motions to the maid again. Bring me another pot of tea, and be sure it is hot. And with it I’ll have three slices of sharp cheese. “and me thanks to you, lovely maiden”. Then from his sleeve he pulls a hanky of lace and touches the corners of his mouth, then he tucks it back into his cuff. And a few times he strokes his pet mouse, as it runs again up the sleeve.
The hour is late and the bar has closed, and all have gone, except for one, A bar maid that has fallen in love, with a man of the sea, and the way he used his hanky of lace to wipe the corners of his lips and the sweat from his face.
Just one more, he says, to the lady, before I leaves, then he waves Good By and throws to her a kiss, then wipes his lips on his sleeve,
The morning sun comes up, on the horizon, and the ship in not where it should be, It had sailed in the night with the captain on board, The bar maid is seen, setting on the beach, with tears in her eyes, and build castles in the sand.
By: Ben R.
When I leaves a place, I has one more for the road, with me hat and me coat I goes walking, till I comes to a hut, where one can get food and rest and the nights are too long, When the sky becomes light, I am on me way, for another day with me friends, Because I likes me Beer.
Deep in the south, in a place called the “Cotton Mouth”, where they serves you a special drink. It’s warm and high with foam, that can chock you to death, if you are not careful, if you drink too fast. and will cause you to fall, hard to the floor. Then they tells you ta go home, as you has had enough and you can’t have any more. But I duz like me Beer.
In a place called York, close to the sea, where ships Captains and crews hang out. The bar maids, old and bar maids young, hurry back and forth, with beer trays in hand, and they spill a little here and a little there. The sleepy old hound are quick to lick it up, as they duz like the beer.
Sometimes you can see a sword or two, cutting through the air, And blood showing on shirt fronts and sleeves, and cuts on the flesh, that will need some time to heal, but not until after. a second round has been served. As friendships are renewed with food and ale, things are back as they were. Cause I duz likes me beer!
A building shakes and swinging doors fly open, A monster of a man is standing there. One leg is of wood and a steel hook, on the end of one arm and a black patch over one eye. You wonder if it is, for him, hard to see, He smiles and you notice that a number of teeth have been set free. I’ll has another cold one “please” Cause I duz like me beer!
He enters the bar and men are jumping out windows, and falling, as they are trying to get out the door. Others just move, far to the other side, as there is no place to hide and they get down, close to the floor. The monster man chooses a table and up-rights a chair from the floor and sets himself down with ease. A bar maid approaches and stops ten feet away, to asked what the master will have. With a soft gentle voice, he says, “bring me pot of tea, make it sweet, with slice of lemon, “if you will please”, and waves her away with his flip of a hand.
After some time, he motions to the maid again. Bring me another pot of tea, and be sure it is hot. And with it I’ll have three slices of sharp cheese. “and me thanks to you, lovely maiden”. Then from his sleeve he pulls a hanky of lace and touches the corners of his mouth, then he tucks it back into his cuff. And a few times he strokes his pet mouse, as it runs again up the sleeve.
The hour is late and the bar has closed, and all have gone, except for one, A bar maid that has fallen in love, with a man of the sea, and the way he used his hanky of lace to wipe the corners of his lips and the sweat from his face.
Just one more, he says, to the lady, before I leaves, then he waves Good By and throws to her a kiss, then wipes his lips on his sleeve,
The morning sun comes up, on the horizon, and the ship in not where it should be, It had sailed in the night with the captain on board, The bar maid is seen, setting on the beach, with tears in her eyes, and build castles in the sand.
By: Ben R.
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