Malt's Come Down
There's never a drunkard in all of the town,
But well he knows the malt's come down.
Malt's come down, malt's come down,
From an old angel to the French crown.
There's never a maiden in all of the town
But sleeps alone now the malt's come down.
Malt's come down, malt's come down,
From an old angel to the French crown.
The gentleman leaves his porter brown
And drinks with his ploughboys now the malt's come down
Malt's come down, malt's come down,
From an old angel to the French crown.
And many's the clergyman worries and frowns,
There's none to the Mass now the malt's come down.
Malt's come down, malt's come down,
From an old angel to the French crown.
There's never a drunkard in all of the town,
But well he knows the malt's come down.
Malt's come down, malt's come down,
From an old angel to the French crown.
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Obscure history note. An "angel" is a prostitute, the "french crown" is the pox.
