This is a favourite of mine as it never fails to get the pub roaring along in the chorus. In the fist verse, I have always sung And'll sing you in praise of good "cider" and rum. Which makes more sense for an English man. One verse I always sing following the put down to the wife, to get back in her good books, is:- My husbad doth disturb me when I'm laid at my rest For he does what he does but he does it not best My husband's a lackard limp in body and sole Give me etc And, the fifth verse I sing slightly different:- My father he do lie in the depth's of the sea Cold (maybe this could be No?)stone for for his pillow what matter to he If the clear crystal fountain over England shall fall Give me etc The responses to these type of rip roaring chorus songs always makes me wonder why I bothered to learn the guitar! Happy singing everyone
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