Billy Winker drove a cart
For a brewer don at t'Shay..
With full ale barrels 'e'd start
on a jouney 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
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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.


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.

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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."


Sorry incomplete .. memory's lapsing in my old age. Maybe some one else can fill the gaps. At least, it's a start.