My Uncle Paul has sang this song for decades which is a really good folk song. However, there is now formal record of its existence. So there is a danger that unless that these lyrics are written down and posted on the net they could be lost forever:

Now done we, tis twelve months come Saturday
Since Samuel our Inn Keeper died
and now there be a new fangled manager
in the old Pig and Whistle do by

Chorus:

And there's me and there's George and there's William
and the new fangled manager says we
What before made the beer and the sausages
the same as they used for to be

Our Samuel kept pigs and he fatted them
His bacon and sausage was prime
But the new fangled managers sausages
Have never been pigs in their lives

Chorus

Our Samuel was fond of his customers
They numbered one hundred and three
But the new fangled swindling manager
Drew water for liquor for me

Chorus

Our Samuel was fond of his women folk
His wife she was buxom and gay
But the new fangled managers manager
Be a terror by night and by day

Chorus

In the golden par parlor of Heaven
Our Samuel forever will dwell
While the new fangled swindling manager
Drinks brimstone and soda in Hell

So there's me and there's George and there's William
In the golden bar parlor you'll see
Making free with the beer and the sausages
While the women folk sits on our knee