Oh the year was 1978 [ How I wish I’d never tried it now ]
When a score of men were turned quite green
By the scummiest ale you’ve ever seen
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God damn them all! I was told this beer was worth its weight in gold
We’d feel no pain; shed no tears
But it’s a foolish man who shows no fear
at a glass of Garnet’s home made beer
O Garnet Rogers cried the town
For twenty brave men, all masochists
Who would taste for him his home made brew
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This motley crew were a sickening sight
There was «caveman Dave» with his eyes in bags
He’d a hard-boiled liver and the staggers and jags
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We hadn’t been there but an hour or two
When a voice said «Gimme some home-made brew!»
And «Steeleye Stan» hove into view
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Now «Steeleye Stan» was a fighting man
He was eight foot tall & four foot wide
Said «Pass that jug or I’ll tan yer hide!»
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Stan took one sip and pitched on his side
Garnet was smashed with a gut-full of dregs
And his breath set fire to both me legs
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So here I lie with me 23rd beer
It’s been 10 years since I felt this way
On the night before me wedding day