THE MUG OF PORTER.
I spent some change in quest of thee,
But since we're met let's both agree,
For you're the enemy of my purse
And makes my coat look much the worse,
CHORUS
Sing he'm bo, ho ho O!
He'm bo you are my darling;
He'm bo oh oh O!
You're my dear both night and morning.
The brewer brewed you in his pan,
The tapster drew you in his can;
But as for me I’ll act my part,
I'll hug you close into my heart.
If all my friends since Adam's days,
Were now assembled in this place,
I'd quit them all without a tear,
Before I’d part with you my dear.
I'll tell the truth and that’s the best,
I wish ⟨I⟩ ne'er had left the breast,
If my mother had given me such suck,
As I have here in in this brown mug.
