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The blacksmith by trade, a jolly brisk blade.
Cries, Fill up the bumper, dear host, from the pale;
So chearful he’ll sing, & make the house ring,
When once he shakes hands with a tankard of ale.
Laru la re, &c.So chearful, &c.
Cries, Fill up the bumper, dear host, from the pale;
So chearful he’ll sing, & make the house ring,
When once he shakes hands with a tankard of ale.
Laru la re, &c.So chearful, &c.
The tinker, you ken, cries, Old kettles to mend,
With his budget & hammer to drive in the nail,
Will spend a whole crown at one sitting down,
When once he shakes hands with a tankard of ale.
Laru la re, &c.Will spend, &c.
With his budget & hammer to drive in the nail,
Will spend a whole crown at one sitting down,
When once he shakes hands with a tankard of ale.
Laru la re, &c.Will spend, &c.
The mason, brave John, the carver of stone,
The Master’s grand secret he will not reveal;
Yet haw merry is he, with a lass on his knee,
When once he shakes hands with a tankard of ale?
Laura la re, &c.Yet how merry, &c.
The Master’s grand secret he will not reveal;
Yet haw merry is he, with a lass on his knee,
When once he shakes hands with a tankard of ale?
Laura la re, &c.Yet how merry, &c.
You maids of the game, pray do not me blame,
Tho’ your private practice in public I tell,
Young Bridget and Nell to kiss will not fail,
When once they shake hands with a tankard of ale.
Laru la re, &c.Young Bridget, &c.
Tho’ your private practice in public I tell,
Young Bridget and Nell to kiss will not fail,
When once they shake hands with a tankard of ale.
Laru la re, &c.Young Bridget, &c.
There's some jolly wives loves drink as their lives,
Dear neighbours but mind of this sorrowful tale,
Dear neighbours but mind of this sorrowful tale,
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