As I sate a-drynkynge he was upon the booze.
As I sate a-drynkynge, a-drynkynge, a-drynkynge,
The Birde declined to sing, having started on the feed:
This youth did sing and shout,
Till there came a chucker-out;
But he stood hym halfe of stout
And a weed,
As I sate a-drynkynge—he did in very deed.
As I sate a-drynkynge, a-drynkynge, a-drynkynge,