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NOW GOD BE WITH OLD SIMEON by ANONYMOUS

Last Line: COME TROWL THE BOWL TO ME
Subject(s): DRINKS & DRINKING;
Now God be with old Simeon,
For he made cans for many an one;
And a good old man was he;
And Jinkin was his journeyman,
And he could tipple off every can,
And thus he said to me:
To whom drink you?
Sir Knave, to you.
Then hey ho, jolly Jinkin,
I spy a knave a drinking,
Come trowl the bowl to me.



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