Classic Poem

Submit , bunch of grapes,
To the strong barley-ear,
The weak vine no long
The laurel shall wear. Budget:
Sack, and all drinks else,
Desist from the strife;
Ale's th' only aqua vitae
And liquor of life. All together:
Then come, my boon fellows,
Let's drink it around;
It keeps us from th' grave,
Though it lays us o' th' ground. Budget:
Ale's a physician,
No mountebank bragger,
Can cure the chill ague,
Though 't be with the stagger. Ditty:
Ale's a strong wrestler,
Flings all it hath met,
And makes the ground slippery
Though 't be not wet. Omnes:
But come, my boon, etc. Ditty:
Ale is both Ceres
And good Neptune too;
Ale's froth was the sea
From whence Venus grew. Budget:
Ale is immortal
And be there no stops,
In bonny lads' quaffing,
Can live without hops. Omnes:
Then come, my boon fellows,
Let's drink it around;
It keeps us from the grave,
Though it lays us o' th' ground.