Traditional ballad, Somersetshire version
God above, who rules all things,|
Monks and abbots, and beggars and kings,
The ships that in the sea do swim,
The earth, and all that is therein;
Not forgetting the old cow's hide,
And everything else in the world beside:
And I wish his soul in heaven may dwell,
Who first invented this leathern bottel!
2. Oh! what do you say to the glasses fine?
3. Oh! what do you say to the tankard fine?|
Oh! it shall have no praise of mine;
Suppose a man and his wife fall out,
And such things happen sometimes, no doubt,
They pull and they haul; in the midst of the fray
They shed the liquor so fine and gay;
But had it been in the leathern bottel,
And the stopper been in, 'twould all have been well!
4. Now, when this bottel it is worn out,
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