This is not necessarily what you want, but for historical interest, here is a 1680 version.

(Someone has probably posted it before!)

JOAN'S ALE IS NEW

There was a jovial Tinker
Which was a good Ale-drinker,
He never was a shrinker,
   believe me this is true,
And he came from the wild of Kent.
When all his money was gone and spent
Which made him like a Jack-a-Lent
   And Jones Ale is new,
   And Jones Ale is new Boys,
   And Jones Ale is new,

The tinker he did settle,
Most like a man of mettle,
And vow'd to pawn his Kettle,
   now mark what did ensue.
His Neibors they flockt in apace.
To see Tom Tinkers comely face,
Where they drank soundly for a space,
   Whilst Jones Ale, &c.

The Cobler and the Broom-man,
Came next in the room man,
And said they would drink for boon man,
   let each one take his due:
But when good liquor they found,
They cast their caps upon the ground,
And to the Tinker he drank round:
   Whilst Jones Ale, &c.

The Rag man he being weary,
With the bundle he did carry,
He swore he would be merry,
   and spend a shilling or two:
And he told his Hostess to her face,
The Chimney-corner was his place,
And he began to drink apace,
   And Jones Ale, &c.

The Pedler he drew nigher,
For it was his desire,
To throw the Rags i'th fire,
   and burn the bundle blew,
So whilst they drank two whole flaskes,
And threw about the Glasses,
The rags were burned to ashes,
   And Jones Ale, &c

The Second part, to the same tune

And then in came a Hatter,
To see what was the matter,
He scorned to drink cold water,
   amongst that Jovial crew,
And like a man of courage stout,
He took the quart-pot by the shout (?spout?),
And never left till all was out,
   O Jones Ale, &c.

The Taylor being nimble,
With Bodkin, Shears, and Thimble,
He did no whit dessemble,
   I think his name was True,
He said that he was like to choak,
And call'd so fast for lap and smoak,
Until he had pawn'd his Vinegar Cloak
   For Iones Ale, &c.

Then came a pittiful Porter,
That often did resort there,
Quoth he I'le shew some sport here,
   among'st this jovial crew,
The Porter he had very bad luck,
Before that it was ten a clock,
The fool got drunk and lost his frock,
   For Iones, &c.

The bonny brave Shoo-maker.
A brave Tobacoo-taker,
He scorned to be a Quaker,
   I think his name was Hugh,
He called for liquor in so fast,
Till he forgot his Awl and Last.
And up the reckoning he did cast,
   Whilst Jones, &c.

And then in came the Weaver,
You never saw a braver,
With a Silk man and a Glover,
   Tom Tinker for to view,
And so to welcome him to Town,
Where every man spent half a crown,
And so the drink went merrily down,
   For Iones, &c.

Then came a drunken Dutchman,
And he would have a touch man,
But he soon had too much man,
   which made them after rue;
He drank so long as I suppose,
Till greatte drops fell from his nose,
And like a beast befoul'd his hose,
   Whilst Jones, &c.

A Welshman he came next sir,
With joy and sorrow mixt sir,
Who being partly vext sir,
   he out his dagger drew,
Cuts-plutter-a-nails, quoth Taffie than,
A Welshman is a Shentleman,
Come hostis fill's the other Can,
   For Jones, &c

Thus like to men of courage stout
Couragiously they drank about,
Till such time all the ale was out,
   as I may say to you.
And when the business was done,
They every man departed home,
And promised Ione again to come,
   when she had brew'd anew.

From a copy in the Bodleian Ballad Library
Douce 1(99b) printed between 1678 and 1680
Joan's Ale is new

Transcribed by Neil Jennings

Notes
Some of the original jovial crew are still present, the Hatter, Tinker, and others have now been replaced by the Dyer and the Soldier. The burning of the ragman's rags remained in later versions but has now vanished, and the current chorus is not present in this early version.

Shentleman because the Welsh use Sh to approximate a J sound (thus Sian for Jane, Sion for John)

Corrections made as per later messages; also capitals and punctuation added to correspond to the broadside. --JoeClone, 27-Aug-02.