Come, have a drink with me –
Care can swallow love,
And tasks devour time
Enough of cups of tea!
Your eyes, ever more sublime,
Dancing bright above
A brown and friendly beer
Will soon meet mine, my dear
Intoxicatingly.
The magic of many Brentford autumns
Works on me when I see great leaves
Seem more to glow with life than fade...
There is a lady I hold dear
So much in my heart she stars
Angel’s eyes survey me clear...