There were four young sisters at the local brewery. And they bought beer for you, and they bought beer for me. They sang songs about home and nostalgic jubilees. Yes, the four sisters sang at the local brewery.
Well, the youngest, she bought the second and third round. And she drank 'til her eyes turned the other way 'round. I was worried she'd tumble and fall to the ground. But her sisters kept laughing while she didn't make a sound.