Robert Lucas Pearsall - For all our men were very, very merry - текст песни (слова)

For all our men were very, very merry,
 And all our men were drinking;
 There was two men of mine, three men of thine,
 And three that belonged to old Sir Thomas o' Lyne.
 As they went to the ferry, they were very, very merry,
 And all our men were drinking.
 Jack looked at the sun and cried "Fire! Fire! Fire!",
 Tom stabled his kessel in Birkendale mire,
 Jem started a calf and halloo'd for a stag,
 Will mounted a gatepost instead of his nag:
 For all our men were very, very merry,
 And all our men were drinking.