Jone's Ale
To it's tune
There was a jovial tinker which was a good
ale drinker,
He never was a shrinker believe me this is
true,
And he came from the Weald of Kent when all
he money was gone and spent,
Which made him look like a Jack-a-Lent, and
Joan's Ale is new!
And Joan's ale is new, my boys, and Joan's
ale is new.
The Tinker he did settle most like a man
of mettle,
And vow'd to pawn his kettle, now mark what
did ensue,
His neighbours they flock'd in apace to see
Tom Tinker's comely face,
Where they drank soundly for a space, whilst
Joan's ale was new.
And Joan's &tc.
The Cobbler and the Broom-Man came next into
the room, man,
And said they'd drink for boon, man let each
one take his due,
But when the liquour good they found they
cast their caps upon the ground
And so they tinker he drank 'round whilst
Joan's ale was new.
And Joan's &tc.
The Rag-Man being weary with the burden he
did carry
He swore he would be merry and spend a shilling
or two.
He told his hostess to her face the chimney-corner
was his place
And he began to drink apace whilst Joan's
ale was new.
And Joan's &tc.
The Pedlar he drew nigher for it was his
desire,
To throw the rags i' th' fire and blue the
bundle blue;
So whilst they drank whole flashes, and threw
about the glasses,
The rags were burned to ashes, and Joan's
ale was new.
And Joan's &tc.
And then came in the Hatter to see what was
the matter,
He scorn'd to drink cold water, amongst the
jovial crew;
And like a man of courage stout he took the
quart-pot by the snout,
And never left till all was out; O Joan's
ale was new.
And Joan's &tc.
Then came a pitiful Porter which often did
resort there
Quoth he I'll show some sport here amongst
the jovial crew
The Porter he had very bad luck before that
it was ten o'clock
The fool got drunk and lost his frock for
Joan's and was new.
And Joan's &tc.
And then came in the Weaver you never saw
a braver
With the Silk Man and the Glover, Tom Tinker
for to view
And so to welcome him to town, they every
man spent half a crown
And so the drink went merrily down, for Joan's
ale was new.
And Joan's &tc.
Then came a drunken Dutchman and he would
have a touch man,
But he soon took too much, man, which made
him after rue;
He drank so long as I suppose till greasy
drops came from his nose,
And like a beast befoul'd his hose, whilst
Joan's ale was new.
And Joan's &tc.
Thus like to men of courage stout, courageously
they drank about
Till such time all the ale was out, as I
may tell to you
And when the business was done, they every
man departed home
And promised Joan again to come when she
had brewed anew.
When she had brewed anew, my boys, when she
had brewed anew.
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