Traditional ballad, bottom version is the oldest?
There were six jovial tradesmen,|
And they all sat down to drinking,
For they were a jovial crew;
They sat themselves down to be merry;
And they called for a bottle of sherry,
You're welcome as the hills, says Nolly,
While Joan's ale is new, brave boys,
While Joan's ale is new.
2. The first that came in was a soldier,
3. The next that came in was a hatter,
4. The next that came in was a dyer,
5. The next that came in was a tinker,
6. The next that came in was a tailor,
7. The next that came in was a ragman,
Come all you honest labouring men,|
And Join with me at the Barley Mow
To pass an hour away,
Where we can sing and drink and be merry,
And drive away our cares and worry,
When Joness ale was new me boys,
When Joness ale was new.
2. The first to come in was the Ploughman
3. The next to come in was the Blacksmith,
4. The next to come in was the Scytheman,
5. The next to come in was the tinker
6. Now here is Jones our Landlord
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.
2. The Tinker he did settle
3. The Cobbler and the Broom-Man
4. The Rag-Man being weary
5. The Pedlar he drew nigher
6. 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.
7. Then came a pitiful Porter
8. And then came in the Weaver
9. Then came a drunken Dutchman
10. Thus like to men of courage stout,
The second version of the song is from the singing of the Copper family of Rottingdean in Sussex. In his book " A Song For All Seasons" Bob Copper describes how this, and many other songs, would be sung by farm labourer on, what was called in Sussex, "Hollering Pot" night or "Last Load" when the harvest had been gathered and safely stored. - with thanks to Dave Earl.
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