Bring us a Barrel
(Keith Marsden) Conversion Table

We don't want to drink our Ale from a pin

Because there's too little stuff within.

Four and a half is each measure in full,

Too small for our sup; not enough for us all,

Chorus

So bring us a barrel, and set it up right,

Bring us a barrel to last out the night,

Bring us a barrel, no matter how high,

We'll drink it up lads, we'll drink it dry.

The poor little firkin's, nine gallons in all,

Though the ale, it is good, the size is too small

For lads that are drinkers, like you and like I,

That firkin small barrel will quickly run dry,

Chorus

The kilderkin's next and although rather small

At least it is better than nothing at all

Its eighteen full gallons will just about do

Provided, of course, there's another for you.

Chorus

And when I am dying and on my death bed,

By my bedside leave a fine full hogshead,

And if down below I must go when I die,

Then me and Old Nick, we can both drink it dry,

Chorus

So roll out your puncheon and bring us the butt,

These are the measures before us to put,

And pass your mug round and good ale, it will flow,

And we'll be content for an hour or so,