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letra de simon the cellarer - john liptrot hatton

old simon the cellarer keeps a rare store
of malmsey and malvoisie
and cyprus, and who can say how many more!
for a chary old soul is he
a chary old soul is he

of sack and canary he never doth fail
and all the year round there is brewing of ale
yet he never aileth, he quaintly doth say
while he keeps to his sober six flagons a day
but ho! ho! ho! his nose doth shew
how oft the black jack to his lips doth go
but ho! ho! ho! his nose doth shew
how oft the black jack to his lips doth go
dame margery sits in her own still-room
and a matron sage is she
from thence oft at curfew is waftеd a fume;
she says it is rosemary
shе says it is rosemary
but there’s a small curboard behind the back stair
and the maids say they often see margery there –
now margery says that she grows very old
and must take a something to keep out the cold!

but ho! ho! ho! old simon doth know
where many a flask of his best doth go
but ho! ho! ho! old simon doth know
where many a flask of his best doth go
old simon reclines in his high-back’d chair
and talks about taking a wife;
and margery often is heard to declare
that she ought to be settled in life
she ought to be settled in life

but margery has (so the maids say) a tongue
and she’s not very handsome, and not very young:
so somehow it ends with a shake of the head
and simon he brews him a tankard instead
while ho! ho! ho! he will chuckle and crow
what! marry old margery? no, no, no!
while ho! ho! ho! he will chuckle and crow
what! marry old margery? no, no, no!

- john liptrot hatton

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