Here are the true transcribed lyrics from "The Tale of Ale" (Vic Gannon)

John Appleby was the man's name
He lived at the sign of the Kettle
His wife she was called Joan Quiet
Because she could scold but little
John to the alehouse would go
Joan to the juice shop would run
John would get drunk with the women
And Joan would get drunk with the men

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Fi diddle-ly diddle-ly di
Fi diddle-ly diddle-ly di
Fi diddle-ly diddle-ly di
Fi diddle-ly diddle-ly di

Now Johnny was no great eater
And Joan she wasn't a glutton
And so for to tickle their jaws
They brought in a shoulder of mutton
Johnny so angry a mood
Caught up the mutton in hand
And out of the window he threw it
Where Joan she was apt to stand

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Now Joan she was apt to stand
Didn't know what to make of the matter
So catching it up in her hand
After he threw the platter
A woman was passin' by
Seeing the mutton there lay
Caught up the mutton and platter
And with it ran away
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Now Johnny had got a full barrel
Was seasoned with home grown hops
And so for to finish the quarrel,
This question to Joan he pops
Should we spigot the home brew Joan
All of our neighbors regale
Though we have lost our mutton
We have not lost our ale
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The neighbours came flocking in
There wasn't but just a commotion
With washbutton most of his kin
All aiming to get at the lotion
They pulls the old barrel about
And pulled out the spigot too
We'll all get drunk tonight
For what else have we to do