Hmm, that makes it more difficult. Around here (in California), we sing "When Jones's Ale Was New" with a last verse that always made me think of Magwitch:

The last to come in was a convict who had slept out on the moors.
He called for a pint of Jones's ale and collapsed upon the floor.
He'd crossed the moors for miles and miles
Desp'rately searching for hacksaws and files..."

Still, I suppose the rest of the ditty's far too rural. Good luck with your search!