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THE FLOWING BOWL
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,
Falernian 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.
After all, the potion is simplicity itself
Three quarts ofale, sweetened with sifted sugar
and served up in a bowl with six roasted apples float
ing in it.
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