Now do I hear thee weep and groan, <br />Who hath a comrade sunk at sea? <br />Then quaff thee of my good old ale, <br />And it will raise him up for thee; <br />Thoul't think as little of him then <br />As when he moved with living men. <br /> <br />If thou hast hopes to move the world, <br />And every effort it doth fail, <br />Then to thy side call Jack and Jim, <br />And bid them drink with thee good ale; <br />So may the world, that would not hear, <br />Perish in hell with all your care. <br /> <br />One quart of good ale, and I <br />Feel then what life immortal is: <br />The brain is empty of all thought, <br />The heart is brimming o'er with bliss; <br />Time's first child, Life, doth live; but Death, <br />The second, hath not yet his breath. <br /> <br />Give me a quart of good old ale, <br />Am I a homeless man on earth? <br />Nay, I want not your roof and quilt, <br />I'll lie warm at the moon's cold hearth; <br />No grumbling ghost to grudge my bed, <br />His grave, ha! ha! holds up my head.<br /><br />William Henry Davies<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ale/
