Precious to me - it is the Dinner Bell. Oh blessed Bell! Thou bringest beef and beer. Charles Stuart Calverley More Quotes by Charles Stuart Calverley More Quotes From Charles Stuart Calverley Life is with such all beer and skittles. Charles Stuart Calverley skittles beer life I sit alone at present, dreaming darkly of a Dun. Charles Stuart Calverley dream Should ever anything be missed - milk, coals, umbrellas, brandy - the cat's pitched into with a boot or anything that's handy. Charles Stuart Calverley coal cat boots I can not sing the old songs now! It is not that I deem them low, 'Tis that I can't remember how They go. Charles Stuart Calverley lows song remember I've read in many a novel, that unless they've souls that grovel-- Folks prefer in fact a hovel to your dreary marble halls. Charles Stuart Calverley soul home facts The farmer's daughter hath soft brown hair And I met with a ballad, I can't say where, That wholly consisted of lines like these. Charles Stuart Calverley lines daughter hair The auld wife sat at her ivied door, (Butter and eggs and a pound of cheese) A thing she had frequently done before; And her spectacles lay on her apron'd knees. Charles Stuart Calverley eggs wife doors But ah! disasters have their use; And life might e'en be too sunshiny. Charles Stuart Calverley disaster use might But what is coffee, but a noxious berry, Born to keep used-up Londoners awake? Charles Stuart Calverley berries used coffee Oh Beer! Oh Hodgson, Guinness, Allsop, Bass! Names that should be on every infant's tongue! Shall days and months and years and centuries pass, And still your merits be unrecked, unsung? Charles Stuart Calverley names beer years Meaning, however, is no great matter. Charles Stuart Calverley matter The heart which grief hath cankered, Hath one unfailing remedy - the Tankard. Charles Stuart Calverley grief beer heart Go mad, and beat their wives; Plunge (after shocking lives) Razors and carving knives Into their gizzards. Charles Stuart Calverley knives mad wife I know you've been married to the same woman for 69 years. That is marvellous. It must be very inexpensive. Charles Stuart Calverley woman know you years Read not Milton, for he is dry; nor Shakespeare, for he wrote of common life. Charles Stuart Calverley read he dry life
