This is the complete song I think! Billy Winker drove a cart For a brewer down at t'Shay.. With full ale barrels 'e'd start on 'is journey ev'ry day empty kegs he'd get from some .. but the shameful truth to tell.. when, wi th'empties he came whoam. ..he were oft brim full 'is self Oh.. Billy , what a mon Lifes last baudle soon tha spent Now tha's supped all th'ale tha con it were gettin time tha went. Customers ne'er thinkin' wrong Used to gi im allowance glassess Mild or bitter, weak or strong Every make from Coops to bassess Winker always sattled lot Out were 'ee 'is spark to sleck Jug or bottle Glass or Pot 'Ee would empty down 'is neck Bill grew fat and he grew fatter, wi' shame 'is face and nose turned pink. He'd fergetten t'taste o' watter since he'd ta'n to mix his drink and so it is bad 'abits floor t'best o' folks as live by sweat, If he'd stuck to milk it's sure Billy could've been 'ere yet. Billys master, (soft in t'yed) called 'is mon in one fine day.. "here's nine gallons lad" 'e said "Tak it whoam .. there's nowt to pay. Tha can sup it well ah think or tha's lied about be folk, set thiself to side this drink, an ah'll time thee just for t'joke." Billy thanked 'im with a grin Barrel on 'is shoulder cocked Tak it Wom an' safely in Front and Back is doors he locked Drops his load and down he sits Buckling from a days hard work Th'ale soon fast began to flit It were all well gone bi' dark Come next morning nine o'clock In t't'master Billy went Standing steady as a rock Fillin' spot wi' balmy scent Gone bi now 'is master cried Billy Winker thart a cure "Gone why Mon to tell no lie For us supper ad to fotch some more"
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