Insouciantly we drink our beer
and laughing flirt the night away;
at dawn's first light, all will be clear.

The Harp is seized by Cavaliers -
let Roundheads sneak what swill they may -
insouciantly we drink our beer.

By liquor proofed from Mensan sneers
we frabjously calloo, callay:
at dawn's first light, all will be clear.

Be damned to slaves of Chanticleer,
more gladly wit than hours we weigh,
insouciantly we drink our beer.

Causation's all nonlinear,
but we will other pipers pay:
at dawn's first light, all will be clear.

Why should we wait for logic, dear?
Of time we only know today.
Insouciantly we drink our beer:
at dawn's first light, all will be clear.