No Monologue from Martha; or, The Fair at Richmond

From Martha; or, The Fair at Richmond by Friedrich von[Composer] Flotow

any · joyful · 1:02 min

13. PLUN. Come, can you tell me, read me the riddle, What to our lordly British name Gives power and fame--Come, say? Ha, 'tis old porter, brown and stout, None that is like it round about, The Briton's pride, he'll aye confide, In porter's power, whatever betide. Yes, hurrah, hurrah for old English ale, The friend in need who can never fail, Hurrah,--tra, la, la, la, la, la! Listen my lads and tell me truly What in our land you most do prize? What's worth your eyes? Come, say? Ho! 'tis your nut-brown foaming beer, See how it heaps the beaker here-- The Briton's pride, he'll aye confide, in porter's power, whatever betide.

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