The Tinker's Song

Along, come along,

Let's meet in a throng

Here of tinkers;

And quaff up a bowl

As big as a cowl

To beer drinkers.

The pole of the hop

Place in the aleshop

To bethwack us,

If ever we think

So much as to drink

Unto Bacchus.

Who frolic will be

For little cost, he

Must not vary

From beer-broth at all,

So much as to call

For Canary.