Or how about this from the singing of the late Bill Price:

Drinks Round

Drinks round me boys, drinks round me boys
Until it comes to me
For the longer that we sit and drink
The merrier we shall be

Here's to the ploughman, who toils beneath the sun
His ploughshare to his shoulder, he sings to everyone
He ploughs his furrows daily, whatever the weather might be
He drinks his beer daily, a hearty drinker he

Drinks round me boys......etc

Here's to the shepheard, who tends his flocks by day
His shepheard dog beside him, he leads a life quite gay
At evening into the ale house, to drink his fill he goes
His shepheard dog beside him, the beer it freely flows

Drinks round me boys......etc

Here's to the faggot cutter, who works at home like me
He starts to work at six o'clock, and quits whenever he please
He cuts his wood in faggot bundles, and he lays it on the ground
Then he takes a cord and binds it, drinks round me boys drinks round

Drinks round me boys......etc

I owe no debts, I pay no threats, no troubles to me mind
I have no cradles for to rock, no babies for to mind
I vow to lead me a single life, no matter where I roam
Then no man in life can court my wife, when I am far from home

Drinks round me boys......etc

If I should marry a good looking girl, me friends would me deceive
If I should marry an ugly girl, the boys would laugh at me
If I should marry a big girl, she'd surely knock me down
Small women are so damned cantankerous, as we have always found

Drinks round me boys......etc

Here's to the landlord, the founder of this feast
Oh may he go right up to heaven, oh there to rest in peace
You ne'er will find his equal, where 'ere we chance to roam
Fill up your glass each land lass (?), this is our home from home

Drinks round me boys......etc

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-not too sure of the last line in the last verse. This is almost the same as shaneo's version, but not quite!

G.