| Author | Topic: Add: When Jones's Ale was New | |
| dmcg | Posted - 08 Feb 04 - 09:59 am | |
Come all you honest labouring men that work hard all the day, 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 all our cares and worry, When Jones's ale was new, my boys, when Jones's ale was new. The first to come in was the Ploughman with sweat all on his brow, Up with the lark at the break of day he guides the speedy plough, He drives his team, how they do toil, O'er hill and valley to turn the soil, When Jones's ale was new, my boys, when Jones's ale was new. The next to come was the Blacksmith his brawny arms all bare, And with his pint of Jones's ale he has no fear or care, Throughout the day his hammer he's swinging, And he sings when he hears the anvil ringing, When Jones's ale was new, my boys, when Jones's ale was new. The next to come in was the Scytheman so cheerful and so brown, ANd with the rhythm of his scythe the corn he does mow down, He works, he mows, he sweats and he blows. And he leaves his swathes laying all in rows, When Jones's ale was new, my boys, when Jones's ale was new. The next to come in was the Tinker and he was no small beer drinker And he was no small beer drinker to join the jovial crew, He told the old woman he'd mend her old kettle, Good Lord how his hammer and tongs did rattle, When Jones's ale was new, my boys, when Jones's ale was new. Now here is Jones our Landlord a jovial man is he, Likelwise his wife a buxom lass who joins in harmony, We wish them happiness and good will While our pots and glasses they do fill, When Jones's ale was new, my boys, when Jones's ale was new. Source: Bob Copper, A Song For Every Season, CopperSongs, 1971 Notes: From Jim Copper's songbook. See The Copper Family website. Database entry is here. | ||
| dmcg | Posted - 08 Feb 04 - 10:04 am | |
According to the Digital Tradition, this was printed in 1594. I don't have a reference for that. | ||
| masato sakurai | Posted - 08 Feb 04 - 10:42 am | |
The earliest printed version, according to Peter Kennedy's Folksongs of Britain and Ireland (p. 632), is: Stationer's Register: 1595 'a ballet intituled Jone's ale is newe', entered by John Danter. | ||
| Pip Freeman | Posted - 08 Feb 04 - 11:07 am | |
That really is a lovely bright tune, it cheered me up this morning! | ||
| Mr Happy | Posted - 09 Feb 04 - 10:02 am | |
Peculiar Ale [Kipper Family] The first to come in was the sexton Who said ?I?m as good as the next man? He said ?I?m as good as the next man? And he?s one of our miserable crew Normally we would have bickered But all we did was sit and snickered For we knew that the next man was the vicar When Peculiar Ale was new me boys When Peculiar Ale was new Now the next to come in was the mason All dressed in his funny old apron He was dressed in his funny old apron And he had a peculiar tattoo His trouser was rolled up to the knee His breast was bare, ?Oh woe? said he You try cutting stone dressed up like me The next to come in was the ostler A born again Pentecostler A born again Pentecostler Who was short of a marble or two A pint of whisky down he flung ?I?m filled with spirit now? he sung And then he started to speak in tongues And the next to come in was the knacker And no man could be slacker And no man could be slacker There was nothing he wouldn?t not do He flung his old hat upon the shelf He said ?You must keep all your beasts in good health, For I?ve no intention of knackering myself? And the last to come in was the nightsoilman And he smelled as much as any man can He smelled as much as any man can And his personal charms were few He stood his old can against the wall ?Rhubarb and prunes all round!? he called And then there?ll be work for nightsoilmen all And then they ordered their bottles of beer and pints of sherry To carry them off to the cemetery And that is where they all were buried When Peculiar Ale was new me boys When Peculiar Ale was new | ||