Ah, Beer, My One Weakness. My Achille's

Behold, On Wrong Swift Vengeance Waits; And Art Subdues The Strong.

Earth Sounds My Wisdom, And High Heaven My Fame.

Why, You Could Wake Up Dead Tomorrow

Content To Follow When We Lead The Way.

So Peaceful Shalt Thou End Thy Blissful Days, And Steal Thyself From Life By Slow Decays.