Verse
- Title
- Good brown ale and tobacco
- Singer
- Clark, E. Mrs.
- Song Lyrics
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Verse 1
I am a roving blade,
My fortune it is made,
If ever I get rich it is a wonder,
I've sported all my means
Among the little queans,
And now I've got permission for to plunder.
Chorus
Ale, ale, good brown ale,
Good brown ale and tobacco.
Verse 2
Now this coat I've got on,
It's ragged and it's torn,
And my boots they've been out in all weathers;
And cursed are the soles,
For they are full of holes,
And so are the upper leathers.
Chorus