Without Tv, It's Hard To Know When

Ah, Good Ol’ Trustworthy Beer. My Love For You Will Never Die.

To Labour Is The Lot Of Man Below; And When Jove Gave Us Life, He Gave Us Woe.

Everything Flows And Nothing Stays.

't Is Fortune Gives Us Birth, But Jove Alone Endues The Soul With Worth.

Take Thou Thy Arms And Come With Me, For We Must Quit Ourselves Like Men, And Strive To Air Our Cause, Although We Be But Two. Great Is The Strength Of Feeble Arms Combined, And We Can Combat Even With The Brave.