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Title
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Leather bottel
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Singer
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Unknown
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Song Lyrics
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Verse 1
Now, what do you say to these glasses fine?
O they shall have no praise of mine;
For if you chance to touch the brim,
Down falls the liquor and all therein;
But had it been in a leather bottel,
And the stopper in, all had been well -
So I wish in heaven his soul may dwell,
That first invented the leather bottel.
Chorus
Bless the old cow and the old cow's hide,
And everything else in the world beside!
And I wish his soul in haven may dwell
That first invented the leather bottle.
Verse 2
Now, what do you say to these glasses fine?
O they shall have no praise of mine;
For if you chance to touch the brim,
Down falls the liquor and all therein;
But had it been in a leather bottel,
And the stopper in, all had been well -
So I wish in heaven his soul may dwell,
That first invented the leather bottel.
Chorus
Then what do you say to these flagons fine?
O they shall have no praise of mine;
For when a lord is about to dine,
He sends them to be filled with wine;
The man with the flagon doth run away,
Because it is silver, most gallant and gay -
So I wish in heaven his soul may dwell,
That first invented the leather bottel.
Chorus
Verse 3
A leather bottel you know is good,
Far better than glasses or cans of wood,
For when a man's at work in the field,
Your glasses and pots no comfort will yield;
But a good leather bottle, standing by,
Will raise his spirits whenever he's dry -
So I wish in heaven his soul may dwell,
That first invented the leather bottel.
Chorus
Verse 4
At noon the haymakers sit them down,
To drink from their bottles of ale nut brown;
In summer too, when the weather is warm,
A good bottel full will do them no harm
Then the lads and lasses begin to tattle,
But what would they do without this bottel?
So I wish in heaven his soul may dwell,
That first invented the leather bottle. [bottel]
Chorus
Verse 5
There's never a lord, an earl or knight,
But in this bottel doth take delight,
For when he's hunting of the deer,
He oft doth wish for a bottel of beer;
Likewise the man that works in the wood,
A bottel of beer will do him good -
So I wish in heaven his soul may dwell,
That first invented the leather bottel.
Chorus
Verse 6
And when the bottel at last grows old,
And will good liquor no longer hold,
Out of the side you may take a clout,
To mend your shoes when they're worn out;
Or take it and hang it upon a pin,
Twill serve to put nails or odd things in -
So I wish in heaven his soul may dwell,
That first invented the leather bottel.
Chorus
