Beer, happy Produce of our Isle
Can sinewy Strength impart,
And wearied with Fatigue and Toil
Can chear each manly Heart.
Labour and Art upheld by Thee
We quaff Thy balmy Juice with Glee
and Water leave to France.
Genius of Health, Thy grateful Taste
Rivals the Cup of Jove
And warms each English generous Breast
With Liberty and Love.