Summat's Brewin'

Oh good ale thou art my darling Thou art my joy both night and morning. Summat's brewing on Yorkshire soil Outhouse, cellar, garage or shed A band of brewers with local pride The real ale revolution spreads Stir the mash, bring to the boil Add the hops and build the taste Anorak or anarchist Arouse, arouse, your pint awaits Landlord come fill up the glass With patience and a steady hand Top it up don't waste a drop Then you can be thankful... In those dark satanic mills Citra, Topaz, Bramling cross, The artisan dreams up the mix A blend of two or single hop Pale and hoppy, or nutty slack Fruity, mellow, tangy, cool What will whet the appetite Of flavour chaser's jug tonight Landlady fill up the glass With banter and acerbic wit Top it up don't waste a drop Then we can be joyful... Mallinson's, Milltown, Magic Rock, Sportsman, Riverhead, Summerwine From far afield to Huddersfield Common beer not corporot Come one, come all raise your glass To save the grand old local pub Top it up, this one's on me Let us all be merry