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Shall
all
our
singing
now
be
o'er.
Since
Christmas
carols
fail?
No
!
let
us
shout
one
stanza
more
In
praise
of
Brasenose
Ale
!
A
fig
for
Horace
and
his
juice,
J'alernian
and
Massic
Far
better
drink
can
we
produce,
Though
'tis
not
quite
so
Classic
Not
all
the
liquors
Rome
e'er
had
Can
beat
our
matchless
Beer
;
Apicius'
self
had
gone
stark
mad,
To
taste
such
noble
cheer.
Brasenose
Verses
are
not
always
confined
to
the
mere
praise
of
the
Beer,
for
sometimes
a
particular
circumstance
or
event
which
may
have
happened
during
the
past
year
is
alluded
to,
as
will
be
seen
by
the
following
lines.
See
where
yon
goblet
beaming
Invites
the
wistful
eye
!
Whose
smile
luxuriant
gleaming
Proclaims
a
fragrance
nigh
Lof
c.