I went into a ale-house last night
And asked the woman for quart
Says she, "You get no drink
Hit the road, and be off go home with you"

It isn't yet day, no my dear
It isn't yet day and won't be 'til morning
It isn't yet day, nor for another while
But still brightly shines the moon

I put my hand into my pocket
And asked from her the change of a shilling
Says she to me, "Sit up to the table
And drink away there until morning"

"Get up outta that, man of the house
Put in your trousers and your hat
And make sweet music with my good-self
Who's going to be drinking here till morning'

Amn't I the bloody fool
That poured the rent money down my throat
That filled me with woe
And left others, too, with misery

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