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Title
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When Joan's ale was new
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Singer
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Unknown
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Song Lyrics
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Verse 1
There were seven jovial fellows,
Came over the hills together,
Came over the hills together,
For they were a jovial crew;
They called for bottles and glasses of sherry,
And sat themselves down to be merry,
And sat themselves down to be merry,
When Joan's ale was new my boys,
When Joan's ale was new.
Verse 2
Now the first to come in was a soldier,
With his firelock over his shoulder,
With his firelock over his shoulder,
To join the jovial crew;
He swore he would fight for England's ground,
Before the nation should be run down,
Before the nation should be run down,
When Joan's ale was new my boys,
When Joan's ale was new.
Verse 3
The next to come in was a dyer,
He sat himself down by the fire,
He sat himself down by the fire,
To join the jovial crew;
The landlord told him to his face,
The chimney corner was his place,
And there to sit and dye his old face,
When Joan's ale was new my boys,
When Joan's ale was new.
Verse 4
The next to come in was a hatter,
And not one could be blacker,
And not one could be blacker,
To join the jovial crew;
He threw his hat upon the ground,
And swore that he would spend a crown,
And boldly drink their healths all round,
When Joan's ale was new my boys,
When Joan's ale was new.
Verse 5
The next to come in was a mason,
Whose hammer wanted new facing,
Whose hammer wanted new facing,
To join the jovial crew;
He threw his hammer against the wall,
And wished that churches and chapels might fall,
For that would make work for masons all,
When Joan's ale was new my boys,
When Joan's ale was new.
Verse 6
The next to come in was a tinker,
Likewise no small beer drinker,
Likewise no small beer drinker,
To join the jovial crew;
'Have you any old pots or kettles to fettle?
My rivets are made of the very best metal,'
Good Lord! How his hammer and pincers did rattle!
When Joan's ale was new my boys,
When Joan's ale was new.
Verse 7
The next to come in was a tailor,
With his bodkin, shears and thimble,
With his bodkin, shears and thimble,
To join the jovial crew;
They sat and called for ale so stout,
Until the poor tailor was quite spun out,
Then off he went and pawned his coat,
When Joan's ale was new my boys,
When Joan's ale was new.
Verse 8
Then in came a rag man merry,
And a rag bag he did carry,
And a rag bag he did carry,
To join the jovial crew;
They sat and called for pots and glasses,
Till they were all as drunk as asses,
And they burnt the rag man's bag to ashes,
When Joan's ale was new my boys,
When Joan's ale was new.
