Oh good ale thou art my darling
Thou art my joy both night and morning

Summat's brewin' on Yorkshire soil
Outhouse, cellar, garage or shed
A band of brewers with local pride
The real ale revolution spreads

Stir the mash, bring to the boil
Add the hops and build the taste
Anorak or anarchist
Arouse, arouse, your pint awaits

Landlord come fill up the glass
With patience and a steady hand
Top it up don't waste a drop
Then you can be thankful
For good ale thou art my darling
Thou art my joy both night and morning

In those dark satanic mills
Citra, Topaz, Bramling cross
The artisan dreams up the mix
A blend of two or single hop

Pale and hoppy, or nutty slack
Fruity, mellow, tangy, cool
What will whet the appetite
Of flavour chaser's jug tonight

Landlady fill up the glass
With banter and acerbic wit
Top it up don't waste a drop
Then we can be joyful
For good ale thou art my darling
Thou art my joy both night and morning

Mallinson's, Milltown, Magic Rock
Sportsman, Riverhead, Summerwine
From far afield to Huddersfield
Common beer not corporot

Come one, come all raise your glass
To save the grand old local pub
Top it up, this one's on me
Let us all be merry
For good ale thou art my darling
Thou art my joy both night and morning
For good ale thou art my darling
Thou art my joy both night and morning