Truth is told.

Beer in itself does not tell lies
but when in mind such wiles has sin,
great wenches of old age in youth's eye
become lovely young nymphs, blood sings.

And gold itself has no untruths
but in the pocket of some trumpeting cad,
his rottenness becomes great couth
and he is deemed, a grand fine lad!

But it is not so with me, my love,
I have no cash or beer to hold,
so when I thank the Lord above
for your dear heart, ah, then, truth is told...