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ONE GLASS OF BEER	A
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Ne quid nimis	B
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Tom Smith was the son of a Bedfordshire man	C
The Smiths we all know are a numerous clan	C
He was happy and healthy and handsome and strong	D
And could sing on occasion a capital song	D
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His father had once been a labourer poor	E
But had always contrived to keep want from the door	F
And by work and by thrift had enough in his pocket	G
To rent a small farm from his landlord and stock it	H
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He died Tom succeeded the ladies all said	I
It was high time he went to the Church to be wed	I
And Sarah and Clara and Fanny and Bess	B
Confessed if he offer'd perhaps they'd say Yes	B
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But Tom fixed his eyes on the Miller's young daughter	J
And was only awaiting the right time to court her	J
So one day as he saw her walk out from the mill	K
He set off in pursuit with a very good will	K
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Now Tom I must tell you had one little fault	L
He was rather too fond of a mixture of malt	L
In fact if my meaning is not very clear	A
I'm afraid he was rather too partial to Beer	A
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Says Tom to himself as he followed the maid	M
I should like just a glass for I'm rather afraid	M
No doubt at such times men are nervous and queer	A
So he stopped at the Public for one glass of Beer	A
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He had his one glass and then two or three more	F
And when he set out from the Public house door	F
He saw a sad sight and he saw it with groans	B
Mary Anne on the arm of Theophilus Jones	B
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Yes Theophilus Jones was a steady young man	C
Who enjoyed but was never too fond of his can	C
And while Smith in the public was stopping to swill	K
Jones had woo'd and had won the fair maid of the mill	K
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Tom homeward returned like a runaway pup	N
When the lash of the whipper in touches him up	N
And he sighed to himself It's most painfully clear	A
That I've lost a good wife for a bad glass of Beer	A
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At length he was married to Emily Brown	O
A tidier girl there was none in the town	O
The church bells were ringing the village was gay	P
As Tom met his bride in her bridal array	P
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For a twelvemonth or more things went on pretty straight	Q
Tom went early to work and was never home late	Q
But after that time a sad change it would seem	R
Came over the spirit of Emily's dream	R
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The Rector missed Tom from his place in the choir	J
In the evening his wife sat alone by the fire	J
When her husband came home he was never too early	S
And his manner was dull and at times even surly	S
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He was late in the autumn in sowing his wheat	T
His bullocks and sheep had disease of the feet	T
His sows had small litters his taters went bad	U
And he took just a glass when he felt rather sad	U
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The Rector's good lady was passing one day	P
And looked in her usual visit to pay	P
How dy'e do Mrs Smith Is the baby quite well	V
Have you got any eggs or young chickens to sell	V
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But Emily Smith couldn't answer a word	W
At length her reply indistinctly was heard	W
I'm all of a mullock it's no use denying	X
And with that the poor woman she burst out a crying	X
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Then after a time with her apron she dried	Y
The tears from her eyes and more calmly replied	Y
I don't mind confessing the truth ma'am to you	Z
For I've found in you always a comforter true	Z
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Things are going to ruin the land's full o' twitch	A2
There's no one to clean out a drain or a ditch	A2
The gates are all broken the fences all down	O
And the state of our farm is the talk of the town	O
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We've lost a young horse and another's gone lame	B2
Our hay's not worth carting the wheat's much the same	B2
Our pigs and our cattle are always astray	P
Our milk's good for nothing our hens never lay	P
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Tom ain't a bad husband as husbands do go	C2
That ain't saying much as I daresay you know	C2
But there's one thing that puts him and me out o' gear	A
He's always a craving for one glass of Beer	A
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He never gets drunk but he's always half fuddled	Y
He wastes all his time and his wits are all muddled	Y
We've notice to quit for next Michaelmas year	A
All owing to Tom and his one glass of Beer	A
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MORAL	D2
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My friends I believe we shall none of us quarrel	D2
If I try from this story to draw out a moral	D2
Tom Smith I am told has now taken the pledge	E2
Let us hope he will keep the right side of the hedge	E2
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But because men like Tom find it hard to refrain	F2
It's hard that we temperate folk should abstain	F2
Tea and coffee no doubt are most excellent cheer	A
But a hard working man likes his one glass of Beer	A
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What with 'chining and hoeing and ploughing and drill	K
A glass of good beer will not make a man ill	K
But one glass like poison you never must touch	G2
It's the glass which is commonly called one too much	G2
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Muddle	D2
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Machining i e threshing by machinery	S

Edward Woodley Bowling

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