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358 We'll have a jug of
 * Your [best old March] beer,

And we'll come no more souling
 * Till this time next year.

With walking and talking
 * We get very dry,

I hope you good neighbours
 * Will never deny.

Put your hand in your pocket,
 * And pull out your keys.

Go down in your cellar
 * And draw what you please.

Eccleshall, 1884.

Keele,1880.

Sung by a nailmaker out of work, from Gornall in South Staffordshire, 26 February, 1886.

The Jews they crucified Him, O! the Jews they crucified Him, O! the Jews they crucified Him, O! "And nailed Him to a tree. Joseph begged His body, Joseph begged His body, Joseph begged His body, "And laid it in a tomb.