These are the notes from the LP sleeve "For Old Time's Sake" by the Oldham Tinkers

Billy Winker tells of the prodigious drinking exploits of a drayman. But however much we marvel at Billy's capacity for ale and no matter how much we enjoy the story the song tells, we are haunted by the last line in the refrain which reminds us that Billy, though a great drinker, has supped himself near to death.
The words are included in "Sketches and Rhymes in the Rochdale dialect" by John Trafford Clegg (Aldine press 1895). Clegg died March 1895 aged 38.

I'll try and get the lyrics written out sometime.