Of a young man lately married,
which was a boone good fellow;
This song in 's head he alwaies carried,
when drinke had made him mellow.
I cannot go home, nor I will not go home,
it's 'long of the oyle of Barly,
I'le tarry all night for my delight,
and go home in the morning early.
No Tapster stout, or Vintner fine,
quoth he shall ever get