1847 Oxford night caps (4th edition)

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Shall all our singing now be o'er. Since Christmas carols fail? No ! let us shout one stanza more In praise of Brasenose Ale ! A fig for Horace and his juice, J'alernian and Massic Far better drink can we produce, Though 'tis not quite so Classic Not all the liquors Rome e'er had Can beat our matchless Beer ; Apicius' self had gone stark mad, To taste such noble cheer.

Brasenose Verses are not always confined to the mere praise of the Beer, for sometimes a particular circumstance or event which may have happened during the past year is alluded to, as will be seen by the following lines.

See where yon goblet beaming Invites the wistful eye ! Whose smile luxuriant gleaming Proclaims a fragrance nigh

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