In the style of an Old Time Music Hall number, Cockney accent optional.
There’s a market down in Hackney, along by London Fields,
With food and drink a-
And if you seek refreshment at any old time of year,
There’s a Ginger Beer Engine serving home-
Oh it is a mighty engine, filled right up to here,
With the Ginger Beer Engineer’s home-
There is ginger beer in bottles, and ginger beer in tins,
But ginger beer on tap is the very finest thing,
And in the chill of winter, for a drink to warm you up,
They’ll get steam up for steaming sarsaparilla in a cup.
Some folk say that ginger beer is really not their style,
But the Engineer’s undaunted and he gives a cheery smile,
With three taps on the engine, for all the drinks he’s made,
Like dandelion and burdock and his tasty lemonade.
If you ask him nicely you can taste a little drop,
And very soon you realise this ain’t just fizzy pop.
It’s brewed up like your Granddad did in days of yesteryear,
With a plant in a glass in time gone past he made his ginger beer.
Lyrics: Maureen Jones