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Book TitleAuthorDateNotes
Song TitleWhen Joan's ale was new
Roud No.139
Collected FromWebb, Frederick
LocationBroadwell
CountyOxfordshire
Collected ByWilliams, Alfred
Alternative Title
Tune
Date
Source PrimaryWSRO: 2598/36 Packet 2 - Oxfordshire: Williams, A: MS collection No Ox 243
Source SecondaryWilts and Gloucestershire Standard, 1st April, 1916, p 3, Part 25, No. 3
Recording
 
Song Lyrics
Verse 1

There were five jolly fellows,
Came over the hills together,
Came over the hills together,
For they were a jovial crew;
They called for bottles of liquor and sherry,
To help them all over the hills so merry,
To help them all over the hills so merry,

Refrain

When Joan's ale was new, my boys,
When Joan's ale was new.

Verse 2

The first to come in was a soldier,
With his firelock on his shoulder,
With his firelock on his shoulder,
To join the jovial crew;
The landlord's daughter she came in,
He kissed her rosy cheeks and chin,
The pots of purl came rolling in.

Refrain

Verse 3

The next to come in was a carter,
He was none the smarter,
The next to come in was a carter,
To join the jovial crew;
He clanged his whip upon the ground,
And swore he'd spend just half a crown,
And Luke Forest's horses went round and round.

Refrain

Verse 4

The next to come in was a dyer,
And 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.

Refrain

Verse 5

The next to come in was a mason,
Whose hammer wanted new facing,
The next to come in was a mason,
To join the jovial crew;
He flung his hammer against the wall,
And wished that churches and chapels would fall,
For that would make work for masons all,

Refrain.

Verse 6

The next to come in was a tinker,
Likewise no small beer drinker,
The next to com ein was a tinker,
To join the jovial crew;
He says - "Have you any old pots or kettles to fettle?
My solder is made of the very best metal."
Good Lord! How his hammer and rivets did rattle,

Refrain
 
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Notes
Note 1

Williams, Alfred: Ms / WGS: 'Version common to the northern division of the Thames Valley. Obtained of Frederick Webb, Broadwell, Oxfordshire.'

Note 2

On verse 2, line 7 the original text is:

The pots of pearl came rolling in.

In verse 6, line 6 the original in the manuscript is:

My rivets are made of the very best metal.

Transcribed and edited by Chris Wildridge, 2010.

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