Classic Poem

If you wish to pull a cork,
It's no work in New York,
Ev'ry house of good renown,
Well is known 'round the town;
All you wish your thirst to slake
You can take for its sake,
To refresh yourself, " you bet "
Or to treat a friend you've met.

Lager beer, Lager beer ,
Light and foamy, bright and clear ,
Lager beer, Lager beer ,
Sure to give your heart good cheer .
Glass of beer, glass of beer ,
To the thirsty one so dear ,
Lager beer, Lager beer ,
Lager, Lager beer .
Kronen beer, Franken beer ,
Light and foamy, bright and clear ,
Leisten beer, Bürger beer ,
Sure to give your heart good cheer .
Glass of beer, glass of beer ,
To the thirsty one so dear ,
German beer, German beer ,
German, German beer .

If in Phil-a-del-phia too,
Feeling blue, as we do,
Where the license is so high
Do not sigh, if you're dry.
For you need not try in vain
If in pain, try again
As it all is very plain
Just speak easy to obtain.

If you go to Manayunk
Full of spunk, don't get drunk,
For the natives on the hills,
And the mills, fill the tills.
Full of fight both day and night,
Take delight, I am right,
They are sure to make it hot
At that spot no matter what.

If to Jersey you should go
Be it so, don't you know?
Tackle Glos'ter for your drink
So I think, so we think.
But you need not travel far
For a bar, or segar,
And you never need to fret
All you want, why you can get.

If you go to Boston town
Of renown, sit you down
For you dare not stand to sip
With your nip, at your lip.
You must also take a bite
Very light, if I'm right
When you wish to take a drink
Give the knowing ones a wink.

If to Baltimore you go,
Be not slow, don't you know
You will find just all you need
Yes indeed! drink and feed.
Ask the first one that you meet
On the street, he will treat,
For the people that you find
In the South are just that kind.

When you wander in the West
Take a rest, it is best,
Till they show in ninety-two
Something new, they can do.
If you need a jolly treat
When you meet on the street,
Give the Hoosier boys a show
It's a go, that you must know.

Well, I'm out of wind you see
All agree, pity me,
And I'm getting awful dry
Very dry, that's no lie.
I must go and see a man
If I can, that's my plan,
Let me wind up with my rhyme
And I'll sing some other time.