Simon the Cellarer.Old Simon, the Cellarer, keeps a rare storeOf Malmsey and MalvoisieAnd 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 showHow oft the black Jack to his lips doth go.But ho! ho! ho! his nose doth showHow oft the black Jack to his lips doth go.Dame Margery sits in her own still room,A matron sage is she;From thence oft at Curfew is wafted a fumeShe says it is “Rosemarie:”She says it is “Rosemarie:”But there’s a small cupboard 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 oft talks about taking a wife;And Margery is often heard to declare:“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!
Old Simon, the Cellarer, keeps a rare storeOf Malmsey and MalvoisieAnd 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 showHow oft the black Jack to his lips doth go.But ho! ho! ho! his nose doth showHow oft the black Jack to his lips doth go.Dame Margery sits in her own still room,A matron sage is she;From thence oft at Curfew is wafted a fumeShe says it is “Rosemarie:”She says it is “Rosemarie:”But there’s a small cupboard 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 oft talks about taking a wife;And Margery is often heard to declare:“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!
Old Simon, the Cellarer, keeps a rare storeOf Malmsey and MalvoisieAnd 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 showHow oft the black Jack to his lips doth go.But ho! ho! ho! his nose doth showHow oft the black Jack to his lips doth go.Dame Margery sits in her own still room,A matron sage is she;From thence oft at Curfew is wafted a fumeShe says it is “Rosemarie:”She says it is “Rosemarie:”But there’s a small cupboard 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 oft talks about taking a wife;And Margery is often heard to declare:“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!
Old Simon, the Cellarer, keeps a rare storeOf Malmsey and MalvoisieAnd 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 showHow oft the black Jack to his lips doth go.But ho! ho! ho! his nose doth showHow oft the black Jack to his lips doth go.
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 show
How oft the black Jack to his lips doth go.
But ho! ho! ho! his nose doth show
How oft the black Jack to his lips doth go.
Dame Margery sits in her own still room,A matron sage is she;From thence oft at Curfew is wafted a fumeShe says it is “Rosemarie:”She says it is “Rosemarie:”But there’s a small cupboard 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.
Dame Margery sits in her own still room,
A matron sage is she;
From thence oft at Curfew is wafted a fume
She says it is “Rosemarie:”
She says it is “Rosemarie:”
But there’s a small cupboard 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 oft talks about taking a wife;And Margery is often heard to declare:“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!
Old Simon reclines in his high-back’d chair,
And oft talks about taking a wife;
And Margery is often heard to declare:
“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!