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And they called for a bottle of sherry ; You're welcome as the hills, says Nolly, While Joan's ale is new, brave boys, While Joan's ale is new.
The first that came in was a soldier With his firelock over his shoulder, Sure no one could be bolder,
And a long broadsword he drew : He swore he would fight for England's ground, Before the nation should be run down ; He boldly drank their healths all round,
While Joan's ale was new.
The next that came in was a hatter, Sure no one could be blacker, And he began to chatter,
Among the jovial crew : He threw his hat upon the ground, And swore every man should spend his pound, And boldly drank their healths all round,
While Joan's ale was new.
The next that came in was a dyer, And he sat himself down by the fire, For it was his heart's desire
To drink with the jovial crew : He told the landlord to his face The chimney corner should be his place, And there he'd sit and dye his face,
While Joan's ale was new.
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