Blacksmith Green had three strong sons, 
With bread and beef did fill 'em, 
Now John and Ned are perished and dead, 
But plenty remains of William. 


John Green was a whiskey drinker, 
The Land of Cakes supplied him, 
Till at last his soul flew out by the hole 
That the fierce drink burned inside him. 


Ned Green was a water drinker, 
And, Lord, how Ned would fuddle! 
He rotted away his mortal clay 
Like an old boot thrown in a puddle. 


Will Green was a wise young drinker, 
Shrank from whiskey or water, 
But he made good cheer with headstrong beer, 
And married an alderman's daughter.