Poxy Boggards - The Cock & Bulls Tavern lyrics

When returning from sea, I'm longing to see A beautiful face so fine And I crave to partake of the finest of steaks And drink the sweetest of wines. Where the music is beautiful and the barkeeps are dutiful And the women are oh so fair. You'll not find a gatherin' in the co*k and Bull taver(i)n 'Cause we ain't got none of that there. Chorus: Hup! Hup! Oh! Oh, the Bulls is not much to look at. A broken-down pub, we confess. The music is rough and the women are tough, But, oh Lord, the beer is the best. Not one friendly face you find in that place, A pub for the hard drinkin' man. The inside is rank and the outside is dank And we go there as oft as we can. Good folk won't go near it and constables fear it Though we cherish her halls without doubt No power could stay us or dare to delay us From drinking her godblessed stout! Chorus When the thirst of the ages inside of us rages Our gullets are dry as sand We follow the route to the brew that's without Compare in all of the land. No matter the crop, oul' barley or hop What comes from her kegs is quite sound To he that says "Fie it!" I say he should try it 'Fore his wife puts him in the ground. Chorus Jesus Christ had a gift that did always uplift: Turning water to wine for his flock. Ah, but I bet hard cash that with water and mash His touch, it would ail at the co*k. The Bible has said that Christ only made red, But here you find amber and brown. 'Tis not sacrilegious, for we gives a fifth of this Brew to the clergy in town. Chorus Oh, the Bulls is not much to look at, A decrepit old pub, there's no worse The patrons are wary, the women are scary, But they have the best beer on this earth.