Of jolly good ale and old.
Back and side, etc.
And Tib, my wife, that as her life
Loveth well good ale to seek,
Full oft drinks she, till ye may see
The tears run down her cheek:
Then doth she troul to me the bowl,
Even as a maltworm should,
And saith, “Sweetheart, I took my part
Of this jolly good ale and old.”