John Healey is my name,
It was strong whiskey did my head inflame,
With four companions at their desire,
At Button Pit near Wigan
To thrust poor James Barton in the furnace flames of fire.
Though, &c.
A warning take young men I pray,
For fear like me you should be led astray,
For nights rambling is my downfall,
And strong drink is the ruin of all;