West Sussex Drinking Song

They sell good Beer at Haslemere

And under Guildford Hill.

At Little Cowfold, as I've been told,

A beggar may drink his fill:

There is a good brew in Amberley too,

And by the bridge also;

But the swipes they take in at Washington Inn

Is the very best Beer I know, the very best Beer I know.

With my here it goes, there it goes,

All the fun's before us;

The tipple's aboard and the night is young,

The door's ajar and the Barrel is sprung,

I am singing the best song ever was sung

And it has a rousng chorus.

If I were what I never could be,

The master or the squire:

If you gave me the hundred from here to the sea,

Which is more than I desire:

Then all my crops should be barley and hops,

And should my harvest fail

I'd sell every rood of mine acres, I would,

For a bellyful of good Ale, a bellyful of good Ale.

With my here etc.