Jug Of This

Ye mourners all as you pass by, come in and drink if you are dry
Just call your drinks and think not amiss, and pop your nose in a jug of this

Ye tipplers all, if you've half a crown, you're welcome all, for to sit down
Just call your drinks and think not amiss, and pop your nose in a jug of this

When I am old and can scarcely crow, with an old grey beard and a head that's bald
Crown my desire, and fulfill my wish, a pretty young girl and a jug of this

When I am in my grave and dead, and all my sorrows are past and fled
Transport me then into a fish, and let me swim in a jug of this