Oh, Creme de Menthe is a flapper's fad, and Wine's incredibly dear,
And Whiskey's more to a Scotsman's taste, and Gin's a charwoman's cheer;
Let never a true-born Englishman drink anything else but Beer—
Anything else but Beer!
There's no such tipple, wherever you go, whatever the course you steer;
So drink as our seamen used to drink when Drake was a privateer,
And the maids of honour of Good Queen Bess were bred upon breakfast beer—
Bred upon break fast beer!
With this rollicking new lyric, published this week in the autumn issue...