JOAN's Ale is New; OR: A new merry Medley, showing the power, the strength, the operation, and the virtue that remains in good Ale, which is accounted the Mother-drink of England.  
All you that do this merry Ditty view,  
Taste of Ioan's Ale, for it is strong and new.  
To a pleasant New Northern Tune.  
 

THere was a jovial Tinker,  
Which was a good Ale-drinker,  
He never was a shrinker,  
believe me this is true,  
And he came from the wild of Kent.  
When all his money w●s gone and spent  
Which made him like a Jack-a-Lent,  
And Jones Ale is new,  
And Jones Ale is new Boys,  
And Jones Ale is new,  
The Tinker he did settle,   

Most like a man of mettle,  
And vowed to pawn his Kettle,  
now mark what did ensue.  
His Neibors they flocked in apace.  
To see Tom Tinkers comely face,  
Where they drank sound for a space,  
Whilst Jones Ale, etc.   

The Cobbler and the Broom-man,  
Came next in the room man,  
And said they would drink for boon man,  
let each one take his due:  
But when good liquor they found,  
They cast their caps upon the ground,  
And to the Tinker he drank round:  
Whilst Jones Ale, etc.   

The Rag man he being weary,  
With the bundle he did carry,  
He swore he would be merry,  
and spend a shilling or two:  
And he told his Hostis to her face,  
The Chimney-corner was his place,  
And he began drink apace,  
And Jones Ale, etc.   

The Pedlar he drew nigher,  
For it was his desire,  
To throw the Rags i'th' fire,  
and burn the bundle blew,  
So whilst they drank whole flashes,  
And threw about the Glasses,  
The rags were burnt to ashes,  
And Jones Ale, &c   

The second part, to the same Tune.  

ANd then came in a Hatter,  
To see what was the matter,  
He scorned to drink cold water,  
amongst that jovial crew,  
And like a man of courage stout,  
He took the quart-pot by the shout,  
And never left till all was out,  
O Jones Ale, etc.   

The Tailor being nimble,  
With Bodkin, Shears, and Thimble,  
He did no whit dissemble,  
I think his name was True,  
He said that he was like to choke,  
And called so fast for lap and smoke,  
Until he had pawned his Uinegar Cloak  
For jones Ale, etc.   

Then came a pitiful Porter,  
Which often did resort there,  
Quoth he i'll show some sport here,  
amongst this jovial crew,  
The Porter he had very bad luck,  
Before that it was ten a clock,  
The fool got drunk and lost his frock,  
For jones, etc.   

The bony brave Shoemaker.  
A brave Tobacoo-taker,  
He scorned to be a Quaker,  
I think his name was Hugh,  
He called for liquor in so fast,  
Till he forgot his Awl and Last.  
And up the reckoning he did taste,  
Whilst Jones, etc.   

And then came in the Weaver,  
You never saw a braver,  
With a Silk man and a Glover,  
Tom Tinker for to view,  
And so to welcome him to Town,  
Then every man spent half a crown,  
And so the drink went merrily down,  
For jones, etc.   

Then came a drunken Dutchman,  
And he would have a touch man,  
But he soon took too much man,  
which made them after rue;  
He drank so long as I suppose,  
Till greaste drops fell from his nose,  
And like a beast befouled his hose,  
Whilst jones, etc.   

A Welshman he came next sir,  
With joy and sorrow mixed sir,  
Who being partly vexed sir,  
he out his dagger drew,  
Cuts-plutter-a-nails, quoth Taffie than,  
A Welshman is a Gentleman,  
Come Host fills the other Can,  
For Jones, etc.   

Thus like to men of courage stout,  
Courageously they drank about,  
Till such time all the ale was out,  
as I may say to you.  
And when the business was done,  
They every man departed home,  
And promised jone again to come,  
when she had brewed anew.    
FINIS.   

Printed for F. Coles, T. Vere, J. Wright J. Clarke, W. Thackeray, & T. Passenger