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Thread #166254   Message #3995856
Posted By: Steve Gardham
10-Jun-19 - 03:30 PM
Thread Name: Nancy of London (John Faulkner version?)
Subject: ADD: A Jorum of This
>>>>>another example from the same source is "Ye Mariners All"<<<<<

Couldn't agree more. Here's the earliest extant version from an eighteenth century songster. The printer was Robertson of Glasgow c1800. The title of the Garland is 'The Constant Swain (to which are added) etc. My copy comes from ECCO (Eighteenth Century Catalogue Online). I leave our readers to make their own minds up where it might have come from.


You tippling souls as you pass by,
Step in and taste, I know you're dry,
And when you've done, don't take't amiss,
To pawn your shirt for one jug of this.

Now gentlemen before you call,
I can neither write on board nor wall,
For the meaning of my song is this,
I don't trust you a quart of this.

It's you that has got half a crown,
kindly welcome for to sit down,
And if you have got your money flush,
You may prime your nose o'er a jug of this.

You Gods that sees a future state,
Some other beasts may have their fate;
May the Gods transform me into a fish
That I may swim in a jug of this.

Was I cast on some distant shore,
Where do the foaming billows roar,
For my desire would be in this,
To a lovely lass and a jug of this.

Yet was I sick, both pale and wan,
And scarcely able for to stand,
All my own cure would be in this,
A lovely lass and a jug of this.

When I am dead and laid in my grave,
No corse-like-tomb-stone let me have;
Give me my desire and crown my wish,
Drink o'er my grave a hogshead of this.

There you go, you can make up your own minds, London pleasure gardens or farm labourer perhaps?