Heather Alexander

Brannigan's Special Ale


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Within the town of Sutter Down,
there is a tavern tale
You never do think you to take a small drink you
of Brannigan's Special Ale

Start seein' things real funny,
and given half a chance,
Start swirling around and you'll then tumble down
and the mice on your head will all dance!

you'll see unicorns and dragons,
and a castle made of gold
A feast of all feasts with fantastical beasts,
of the likes which you've never been told-

you'll fly on a magic carpet,
on a purple sea you'll sail
You can talk to the fish because you had the wish,
to drink Brannigan's Special Ale!

You may be a rich and noble king,
in a castle great and grand
You dare not go to sleep when you're counting the sheep,
of all the herds in the land

The count is on a parchment,
which is stolen by a gale
Losing count is quite dread, now you're losing your head,
all from Brannigan's Special Ale!

Perchance within this drunken dream,
you'll think yourself a knight
Whose been knocked off your horse, but it?s all in due course,
your opponent has won the fight

She strips off all her armor,
removes her dress of mail
Try hard not to stare because you took the dare,
to drink Brannigan's Special Ale!

I'm telling you my young friends,
here's not that can avail,
you'll be lost forever, that's why you should never
Drink Brannigan's Special Ale!