I cannot eat but little meat, My stomach is not good; But sure I think that I can drink With him that wears a hood. Though I go bare, take ye no care, I am nothing acold; I stuff my skin so full within Of jolly good ale and old. Refrain: So back and side go bare, go bare, Both foot and hand go cold; But belly, God send thee good ale enough, Whether it be new or old. I love no roast but a nut-brown toast, And a crab laid in the fire; A little bread shall do me stead, Much bread I not desire. No frost nor snow, no wind, I trow, Can hurt me if I wold, I sam so wrapt and throughly lapp'd Of jolly good ale and cold. (Refrain) And Tib my wife, that as her life Loveth well good ale to seek, Full oft drinks she, till ye may see The tears run down her cheek. Then doth she troll to me the bowl, Even as a maltworm shold; And saith, "Sweetheart, I took my part Of this jolly good ale and old." (Refrain) Now let them drink till they nod and wink, Even as good fellows should do; They shall not miss to have the bliss Good ale doth bring men to. And all poor souls that have scourèd bowls, Or have them lustily troll'd, God save the lives of them and their wives, Whether they be young or old. (Refrain)
- possibly by William Stevenson, Sir (1530 - 1575), appears in Gammer Gurton's Needle, first published 1575 [author's text not yet checked against a primary source]
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive)
- by Ernest John Moeran (1894 - 1950) and by Peter Warlock (1894 - 1930), "Maltworms", R. 48 (1926). [unison chorus] [text verified 1 time]
Set in a modified version by Ralph Vaughan Williams.
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