I heard someone (don't remember who) sing this song once at the old Ark coffee house in Ann Arbor, Michigan many years ago. It stuck in my mind for some reason, and also pleased my kids when I'd sing what I could remember of it. Can't find the lyric; can anyone help? It has a list of professions of men who come into a tavern and make their declarations about themselves, like so:

"The next to come in was a dyer
And he sat down by the fire
And he sat down by the fire for to join in the jovial crew
He told the landlady right to her face
That the chimney corner was his own place
And there he would sit and would dye his own face

Chorus:
When Joneses' ale was new, me boys
When Joneses' ale was new
And they ordered their pints of beer and bottles of sherry
To help them over the hills so merry
To help them over the hills so merry
When Joneses' ale was new, me boys
When Joneses' ale was new

I believe there was a mason whose hammer, it needed refacin' and a tinker who was no small beer drinker. Probably more as well. Many thanks if you can help.