I am a lady slight and small,
Where do you keep your beer?
I’ll harp and sing in any hall,
I’d rather have some beer.
Though men reward me when I sing,
These gentles know not what to bring.
I’ll sing no drinking song for you,
Until I get some beer!
They offer me their cordials fine,
Where do you keep your beer?
They say their taste’s as sweet as mine.
I’d rather have some beer.
They’ve flowers, fruits and all that’s sweet,
But just one sip will rot my teeth.
I’ll sing no drinking song for you,
Until I get some beer!
They offer me a light white wine.
Where do you keep your beer?
Though wine is fine, when I do dine,
I’d rather have some beer.
A chardonnay won’t help me play.
Try cabernet, and I’ll just say,
I’ll sing no drinking song for you,
Until I get some beer!
They offer ciders made with care,
Where do you keep your beer?
From apples, pears and all that’s fair.
I’d rather have some beer.
The woodchuck’s ace, but facts we’ll face:
Spiked apple juice is not my pace.
I’ll sing no drinking song for you,
Until I get some beer.
To me, a good strong brew’s a treat,
Where do you keep your beer?
We maids are not all made for sweet,
I’d rather have some beer.
You’d have me play your pleasure, fine.
I’ll play yours, if you play mine.
I’ll sing no drinking song for you,
Until I get some beer!
I am a lady slight and small,
Where do you keep your beer?
I’ll harp and sing in any hall,
I’d rather have some beer.
If you’d reward me when I sing,
Now you know what not to bring.
I’ll sing no drinking song for you,
Until I get some beer!
