Linn, these are A.L. Lloyd's words from English Drinking Songs:

There were six jolly tradesmen come ramblin over the hill.
Come ramblin over the hill, my boys, for they were a cheerful crew.
They all sat down for to be merry;
They called for a bottle of wine or sherry.
"You're welcome over the hills," says Nelly,
When Johnson's ale was new.

The first come in was a soldier and no captain ever looked bolder.
His gun on his right shoulder, his good broad-sword he drew.
He said he'd fight with all his might
Before old England should be drunk dry.
And so they spent a rowdy night
When Johnson's ale was new.

The next come in was a hatter and he began to chatter.
He asked what was the matter among the jovial crew.
He dashed his hat unto the ground
And he flung the landlord off his crown.
And the company drank his health around
When Johnson's ale was new.

Then in come a jolly mason his hammer to put a face on,
No man could be more decent among the jovial crew.
He dashed his trowel against the wall
And he wished every church and steeple would fall,
So there would be work for masons all
When Johnson's ale was new.

The last come in was a ragman weary, his ragbag he did carry,
And he was a-rightly merry among the jovial crew.
While he was kissin' and squeezin' the lasses
They burned his ragbag all to ashes,
When Johnson's ale was new, my boys,
When Johnson's ale was new

The ale was always improvin' and nobody thought of movin'.
The longer they sat boozin' the greater prince they grew.
So rowdily they drunk a bill up
Until the ale had all run out,
And they asked old Johnson to give 'em a shout
When he had brewed anew.