Tavern song

I

When winterly weather doth pierce to the skin,

Then hey! for a bottle of wine from the bin;

And hey! for a tankard, and ho! for a tankard,

Sing ho! for a tankard of ale at the inn.

Ms hey! for a bottle, it's ho! for a bottle,

Sing ho! for a bottle of wine from the bin;

And it's hey! for a tankard, it's ho! for a tankard,

Sing ho! for a tankard of ale at the inn.

II

The squire's at the Hall with his kith and his kin;

He'll drink like a hero till daylight begin,

With hey! for a bottle, with ho! for a bottle,

A mellow old bottle of wine from the bin.

Sing hey! for a bottle, a mellow old bottle,

Sing ho! for a bottle of wine from the bin,

And sing hey! for a tankard, a right flowing tankard,

Sing ho! for a tankard of ale at the inn.

III

The parson, God bless him, he says it's no sin,

When winterly weather hath made the blood thin,

To toss off a tankard, to toss off a tankard,

To toss off a tankard of ale at the inn.

So it's hey! for a bottle, a bottle, a bottle,

It's ho! for a bottle of wine from the bin,

And it's hey! for a tankard, a heart-easing tankard,

It's ho! for a tankard of ale at the inn.

IV

For duns and the devil he cares not a pin

Who is rich in a bottle of wine from his bin,

And the cream of all wisdom is quaffed from a tankard,

A heart-easing tankard of ale at the inn.

Then hey! for a bottle, a mellow old bottle,

Then ho! for a bottle of wine from the bin.

And hey! for a tankard, a fair foaming tankard,

And ho! for a tankard of ale at the inn.

V

The lads must have lasses and woo them and win,

And the business of wives is to bake and to spin,

But men love a tankard, but men love a tankard,

But men love a tankard of ale at the inn.

Then hey! for a bottle, then ho! for a bottle,

Sing ho! for a bottle of wine from the bin,

And it's hey! for a tankard, a tankard, a tankard,

And ho! for a tankard of ale at the inn.