Nectar of barley, happiness of man
(and hoppiness as well), to thee I sing!
Elixir neither glass bottle nor can
may long contain--such joyfulness you bring
to wearied hearts beat down with cruel life's cares,
oh rain your foamy blessings down on me!
Thou potion of forgetfulness, which spares
the troubled soul its mournful memories
and thrills the mind with possibilities
the sober brain would scoff at and dismiss--
if not for such besotted visionaries,
what boons to humankind would we have missed?
And so I tip my glass and tarry yet;
If beer were woman--good God, I'd marry it!
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