Once upon a time in the days of the 6’oclock swill

When the coal mine whistle blew and men headed from the mill

When farmers shed their gummies or galoshes

And fishermen hung up their wet mackintoshes

There was a sound that echoed from the hills to the sea

To the pub, to the pub, to the pub...

Barmen poured from flowing taps

While men knocked back

As many as they could hack

Wives waiting with burnt pie and soggy mash

Worried that the drive home would end in a fatal crash

They wore bloody idiots then...

Trying to be hard-core drunken men

At the West Coast Brewery we champion the end of the swill

So there’s no need for a written will

We believe our beer in one to savour

With many relishing its natural flavour

So whatever you do don't drink and drive

Enjoy our beer and stay alive