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Joan's Ale was New
The next that came in was a tinker, And he was no small beer drinker, And he was no strong ale shrinker
Among the jovial crew ; For his brass nails were made of metal, And he swore he'd go and mend a kettle, Good heart, how his hammer and nails did rattle,
While Joan's ale was new.
The next that came in was a tailor With his bodkin, shears, and thimble, He swore he would be nimble,
Among the jovial crew ; They sat and they called for ale so stout Till the poor tailor was almost broke, And was forced to go and pawn his coat,
While Joan's ale was new.
The next that came in was a ragman, With his rag-bag over his shoulder, Sure no one could be bolder,
Among the jovial crew ; They sat and called for pots and glasses Till they were all as drunk as asses, And burnt the old ragman's bag to ashes,
While Joan's ale was new.
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