Browse Carols: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z # A Bone, God Wot! 1. A bone, God wot! Sticks in my throat -- Without I have a draught Of cornie ale, Nappy and stale, My life lies in great waste. Some ale or beer, Gentle butler, Some liquor thou us show, Such as you mash Our throats to wash, The best ware that you brew. 2. Saint, master, and knight, That Saint Malt hight, Were pressed between two stones; That sweet humour Of his liquor Would make us sing at once. Master Wortley, I dare well say, I tell you as I think, Would not, I say, Bid us this day, But that we should have drink. 3. His men so tall Walk up his hall, With many a comely disk; Of his good meat I cannot eat, Without I drink, I wis. Now give us drink, And let cat wink, I tell you all at once, It sticks so sore, I may sing no more, Till I have drunken once. Browse Carols: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z #