The words of this version of John Wilkinson are

You workmen of Bilston and Bradley draw near,
Sit down, take your pipes and my song you shall hear,
I sing not of war or the state of the nation,
Such subjects as these produce nought but vexation.

But before I proceed any more with my tale,
You shall all drink my health in a bumper of ale,
Fill it up, and without any further parade,
John Wilkinson, boys, that supporter of trade.

May all his endevours be crowned with success,
And his works, ever growing, prosperity bless,
May his comforts increase with the length of his days,
And his fame shine as bright as his famous blaze.

That the wood of old England would fail did appear,
And though iron was scarce because charcoal was dear,
By puddling and stamping he cured that evil,
So the Swedes and the Russians may go to the divil.

Our thundering cannon too frequently burst,
And mischief so great he prevented the first,
And it is well known they never miscarry,
But drive all our foes with a blast to old Harry.

Then let each jolly fellow take hold of his glass,
And drink to the health of his friend and his lass,
May we all have plenty of good beer and pence,
And Wilkinson's fame blaze a thousand years hence.

Raven says that the text is from "In Praise of Ale" by W. Marchant, 1888, and cites three other variant versions, one in A. N. Palmer's "John Wilkinson and the Old Bersham Ironworks", 1899 and the others, with "Brymbo and Bersham" as the towns in the first line, appearing in Salter's Grinning made Easy" and "The Woodlark" by Anne Tye of Wrexham.


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