And midnight's pallor stops the clock
There is one place the good man goes
To Rebsamen, where saving grows
The dev'lish mischief is about
The con man, ghost and peevish lout
The pumpkins glow upon the ground
But you, good friend, are safe and sound
For armed with spirits, beer, and wine
You've saved enough for peace of mind
Sipping sagely, you've no fear
"Damn, that is pretty solid beer"