Old Sir Simon the King

Old Sir Simon The King - Ashley Hutchings

In a humour I was of late

As many good fellows may be

To think of no matters of state

But to seek for good company

My hostess was sick of the mumps

The maid was ill at her ease

The tapster drunk in his dumps

They're all of one disease

That ever should suit my mind

So I travelled up and down

No company could I find

Till I came to the sight of The Crown

Says old sir simon the king

Says old sir simon the king

With his ale-drop't hose and his malmsey nose

Sing hey-ding-ding

If a Puritan skinker do cry

Dear Brother it is a sin

To drink if you be dry

Then straight this tale I begin

A Puritan lay down his can

And took up a foaming jug

And there he played the man

As long as he could tug

But when that he was spied

Did ever he swear or rail

No truly dear brother he cried

Indeed all flesh is frail

Says old sir simon the king

Says old sir simon the king

With his ale-drop't hose and his malmsey nose

Sing hey-ding-ding

If a man should be drunk tonight

And laid in his grave tomorrow

Would you or any man say

That he died of care or sorrow

Hang up all sorrow and care

It is able to kill a cat

And he that will drink all night

Is never afraid of that

For drinking will make a man quaff

And quaffing will make a man sing

Singing will make a man laugh

And laughter long life doth bring

Says old sir simon the king

Says old sir simon the king

With his ale-drop't hose and his malmsey nose

Sing hey-ding-ding