 Oh, there is a song that I love to sing and I'll sing it now for you. My friend, it is no mystery, it's of the fine brown brew. Oh, I have yet to meet the ale for which I didn't care. And there's no pub in all the land where you won't find me there. Hey, hats off to beer, me boys, hats off to beer. Lift your glasses in the air and give a hearty cheer. And when the barrel's empty, we'll surely shed a tear.