Which sells good ale, nappy and stale, And always thus sings she, My ale was tunn'd when I was young, And a little above my knee. Her ale is lively, strong and stout, It is well brew'd you need not fear, My ale was tunn'd when I was young, The gayest lady with her fan, That carry the milking pail: Will take a touch and not think much To sing so merrily, My ale was tunn'd when I was young, And a little above my knee. Both lord and esquire hath a desire Unto it night and day, For a quart or two be it old or new, And for it then will pay : With pipe in hand they may her command To sing most merrily, My ale was tunn'd when I was young, And a little above my knee. You'r welcome all brave gentlemen, To take a cup I do intend, That will sing for company, My ale was tunn'd when I was yoùng, Here's a health to all brave Englishmen, That love this cup of ale; Let every man fill up his can, And see that none do fail : 'Tis very good to nourish the blood, SECOND PART. The bonny Scot will lay a plot Of this my ale, so good and stale, They will take a part with all their heart, My ale was tunn'd when I was young, It will make the Irish cry A hone! And put them all quite out of tune, Let them use their chiefest skill, So strong and stout it will hold out In any company, For my ale was tunn'd when I was young, And a little above my knee. The Welchman on St. David's day Will cry, cots plutter a nail, Hur will hur ferry quite away, From off that nappy ale : It makes hur foes with hur red nose, Hur seldom can agree, But my ale was tunn'd when I was young, And a little above my knee. The Spaniard stout will have about, For my ale was tunn'd when I was young, And a little above my knee. There's never a tradesman in England, That can my ale deny, The weaver, tailor and glover Delight it for to buy, Small money they do take away, If that they drink with me, For my ale was tunn'd when I was young, And a little above my knee. There is smug the honest blacksmith, Which makes him very dry: But my old ale tells him his tale, So finely we agree, For my ale was tunn'd when I was young, And a little above my knee. The brewer, baker and butcher, As well as all the rest, Both night and day will watch where they And the gentle craft will come full oft, For my ale was tunn'd when I was young, And a little above my knee. So to conclude good fellows all, If that you love a cup of ale, Take rather old than new, And chance to drink with me, |