Come and drink up the Albert,
Watch the game up the pub,
Come and join the Prince Albert,
And join a right regal club.
Albert came from Saxe-Coburg,
But now he’s come to rest, still,
Just by Rodborough’s graveyard,
At the top of steep Walkley Hill.
So watch the game up the Albert,
See the lads defeat Greece,
For Lottie and Beaver are better
Than all pubs including the Fleece.
Beaver might light a nice warm fire,
And Lottie might serve you some grub,
The atmosphere up the Albert
Makes it Engerland’s number one pub.
You just cannot lose up the Albert,
We’re certainly going to win,
For if our attack has a lock-out,
Then Beaver might have a lock-in.