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Czech beer sure means the world to me,
It makes me laugh and it makes me
pee.
It reminds me of holidays, when the weather was sunny,
When I walked the
Czech fields, just me and my honey.
In little villages, we would stop to quench our thirst,
Out of all the
World beers, Czech beer comes first.
It is the taste, the colour and also the head,
I have heard it said that
it is liquid bread.
When I think of Czech beer, I see country pubs, fields of flowers and
fluffy clouds up above,
Christmas eve in Prague and falling in love.
Gambrinus at 10 in the morning was class,
I remember the condensation
running down the glass.
I am an Irish girl and I do know my beer,
So here's to Czech beer,
nothing else comes near.
Pilsner Urquell, Bernard, Staropramen and Budvar,
This is the stuff that
make Czech men what they are.
I asked my Czech lover what it meant to him,
For he drinks a few a day
filled to the brim.
He says it makes him happy, makes him sing,
He says his Czech pivo is
simply everything.
Deirdre Murray, Belgium
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