When once he shakes hands with a tankard of ale.
Laru, &c.
There’s the mason, brave John, the carver of stone,
The Master’s grand secret he’ll never reveal;
Yet how merry is he with his lass on his knee,
When once he shakes hands with a tankard of ale.
Laru, &c.
You maids who feel shame, pray me do not blame,
Though your private ongoings in public I tell;
Young Bridget and Nell to kiss will not fail