Cain's Brewery

[Gerry]

This lonely lad from Ireland
Who came across the sea
His plan to come to Liverpool
To brew a drink or three

He started in a cellar
His magic he did try
He met the Mayor’s daughter
His laughter made her cry

They soon were to be wed
And a surprise she laid in store
She bought him his own brewery
He’d be happy for ever more

Now through illness and disease
He worked his skill to well
His short ale fed the poor
And saved them all from hell

Now many years have past by
The brewery was going down
The Dusanj brothers stepped in
And now the breweries flown

Hard graft and clever thinking
They turned the show around
Now when you think of Liverpool
Cain’s Beers are close at hand

By Gerry Temple
Copyright January 2008