Here are a few new verses I wrote to fill out Sailor Dad Hunt's version:

The next to come in was a reckoner, he was a flirtatious beckoner;
The ladies complied to his beckoning and bedecked our jovial crew.
He assessed their gifts, he totted their talents,
Upon his knees two maids he would balance
While downing his ale with the greatest non-chalance (&c.)

A blacksmith joined us at the rail, his brawny arms all tanned and bare,
And with his pint of Jones's ale he had no fear or care.
His laughter poured free like Jone's tap;
He pounded the table and slapped his cap
And spilt his beer all over his lap (&c.)

The next to come in was a weaver, sporting a fine hat of beaver,
And none was a greater deceiver among this disrep'yable crew
He wove us tales of feats and of wonders,
And when he got rollng his voice would thunder:
The glasses would shake and then burst asunder! (&c.)

For the record, the "his brawny arms...fear or care" bit of the blacksmith verse mostly came from another trad version. To finish the song, I imported a tribute to the pub staff from the same source, making minor tweaks and adding a fifth line:

Now here's to Jones, our landlord, a jovial, hon'rable man is he
Likewise his daughter, a buxom lass, who joins in harmony
We wish them happiness and good will
While our pots and glasses they do fill
Here's hoping they never stop brewing this swill (&c.)

Be-sottedly,
The Artful Codger