“Rhyme, Gentlemen Please…”
Uncle Reff loves his favourite beer so much that he is always singing it’s praises, in his own very inimitable way….
Old uncle Reff
Was a merry old soul
And a merry old soul was he;
He called for a glass
And he called for a BEER
For a “REFFELLS” to add to his glee.
Hey, diddle diddle,
The cat and the fiddle,
Our Nephew and old Uncle Reff
Found the time was now due
For their favourite brew,
“Ah, a Reffells” they cried
in one breath
Sing a song of sixpence
The price of Reffells beer
Four-and-twenty half pints
In a dozen pints of cheer
When the bottle’s opened
The boys begin to sing
It’s such a jolly drink
It makes you feel a king.
When Uncle Reff is on his game
Why, Duncan would agree
That from to-day
Could show the way
To our celebrity.
To use a bottle for a “tee”
Really seems right queer
The secret is
Not wine of
But Reffells Bexley Beer.