This is a favourite of mine as it never fails to get the pub roaring along in the chorus.

In the fist verse, I have always sung And'll sing you in praise of good "cider" and rum. Which makes more sense for an English man.

One verse I always sing following the put down to the wife, to get back in her good books, is:-

My husbad doth disturb me when I'm laid at my rest
For he does what he does but he does it not best
My husband's a lackard limp in body and sole
Give me etc

And, the fifth verse I sing slightly different:-

My father he do lie in the depth's of the sea
Cold (maybe this could be No?)stone for for his pillow what matter to he
If the clear crystal fountain over England shall fall
Give me etc


The responses to these type of rip roaring chorus songs always makes me wonder why I bothered to learn the guitar!

Happy singing everyone