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Over in East Hartford, In the Burnside side of town |
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An ancient well bring water up, From well beneath the ground. |
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At first they built an ice house, It's prospered all these
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But now they're doing better boys, They're brewing up some beer! |
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(Repeat Chorus Twice) |
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Drink "Ten Penny
Ale!", Drink "Ten Penny Ale;" |
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The beer that's from the Burnside Boys, It's
water from the well. |
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For years at the old ice house, You
could buy water too; |
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Home brewers came from miles around,
For water for their brew. |
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One day Big Bob took notice, Of all
the water sales; |
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Big Bob he had a grand idea - , They'll make "Ten Penny Ale!" |
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(Repeat Chorus twice) (Fiddle
instrumental) (Bagpipe instrumental) |
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Drink "Ten Penny Ale!", Drink "Ten Penny Ale;" |
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The beer that's from the Burnside Boys, It's
water from the well. |
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So when you hear the piper, And feel
the call of brew, |
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Order a "Ten Penny" lad, Or maybe
order two! |
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'Cause over in East Hartford, Olde
Burnside brews a brew |
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With crystal water from the well,
The best of olde and new! |
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(Repeat Chorus Twice)
(Fiddle instrumental) (Bagpipe instrumental) |
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Drink "Ten Penny Ale!", Drink "Ten Penny Ale;" |
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The beer that's from the Burnside Boys, It's
water from the well. |
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© J.McLaughlin 2004 |