As I sate a-drynkynge, a-drynkynge, a-drynkynge,
Merrie sang the Birde as she hopped about the floore;
There came a gay reporter
Of a “daily,” nothynge shorter,
And he ordered halfe of porter,
And he swore,
As I sate a-drynkynge, to have a lyttel more.
As I sate a-drynkynge, a-drynkynge, a-drynkynge,
Swetely sang the Birde as she perched upon the bar;
There came a lovely maide,