"Have a drink on me!"

On white horses a dirty man rode, barrel upon barrel of his liquid gold
Day's were long, winter's were cold, there was a meal waiting for him when he got home 
On cobbled stones, you heard the hooves, they would clip clop to merry old fool's 
Tirelessly the worker would be, but kids around the street heard his whistled tunes

Delivery from a dray and horse 
Vintage history, nostalgic of course 
Take a moment and really pause
A shame, vaux closed their doors 

I saw a man with a flat cap on with a grey moustache, I thought, he's from the olden days
We didn't speak to anyone, and the smell was awful, but still, we saw how beer was made 
Upon leaving this concrete cave, a man shouted over the thick yeast air " kids, have a drink on me!"
One of my school friends laughed, and said, "he's alive! 5 minutes ago he was asleep in a drunken dream!" 

Pub to pub they would travel, they would hear all the "hello misters" 
One thing kids couldn't fathom, how did the poor horses never get blisters 
The image of these stuck with me, I always saw this, as a working class kind
For it must of been a sad day when the steel gates closed
The man shouting "kids, have a drink on me!" is now a ghost 

Delivery from a dray and horse 
Vintage history, nostalgic of course 
Take a moment and really pause
A shame, vaux closed their doors 
Now, it's just a museum thought
What a shame vaux closed their doors...