Cease from unnecessary labors, / Saunter into the green world stretching far, / Light a long cigar, / Come, enjoy your Sunday / While yet you may.

Love is a universal migraine, / A bright stain on the vision, / Blotting out season.

There’s a prize for every one / Every one, any one, / There’s a prize for every one, / Whoever he may be: / Crags for the mountaineer, / Flags for the Fusilier, / For English poets, beer! / Strong beer for me!”

Oh, never choose as Gideon chose / By the cold well, but rather those / Who look on beer when it is brown, / Smack their lips and gulp it down.

Tell us, now, how and when / We may find the bravest men?' / 'A sure test, an easy test: / Those that drink beer are the best, / Brown beer strongly brewed, / English drink and English food.'

Teach me to live that I may fear / The grave as little as my beer.

What do you think / The bravest drink / Under the sky?' / 'Strong beer,' said I.

A purple whale proudly sweeps his tail towards Nineveh; glassy green surges between a mile of roaring sea.

Then soared the sudden rocket, broke in blanching showers.

Listen now this time / Shortly to my rhyme / That herewith starts / About certain kind hearts / In those stricken parts