I'm a north countrie-man, in Redesdale born,
Where our land lies lea, and grows ne corn,
And such two lads to my house never com,
As them two lads called Jack and Tom!
2. Now, Jack and Tom, they're going to the sea;
I wish them both in good companie!
They're going to seek their fortunes ayont the wide sea,
Far, far away frae their oan countrie!
3. They mounted their horses, and rode over the moor,
Till they came to a house, when they rapped at the door;
And out came Jockey, the hostler-man.
D'ye brew ony ale? D'ye sell ony beer?
Or have ye ony lodgings for strangers here?
4. Ne, we brew ne ale, nor we sell ne beer,
Nor we have ne lodgings for strangers here.
So he bolted the door, and bade them begone,
For there was ne lodgings there for poor Jack and Tom.
5. They mounted their horses, and rode over the plain;
Dark was the night, and down fell the rain;
Till a twinkling light they happened to spy,
And a castle and a house they were close by.
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6. They rode up to the house, and they rapped at the door,
And out came Jockey, the hosteler.
D'ye brew ony ale? D'ye sell ony beer?
Or have ye ony lodgings for strangers here?
7. Yes, we have brewed ale this fifty lang year,
And we have got lodgings for strangers here.
So the roast to the fire, and the pot hung on,
'Twas all to accommodate poor Jack and Tom.
8. When supper was over, and all was sided down,
The glasses of wine did go merrily roun'.
Here is to thee, Jack, and here is to thee,
And all the bonny lasses in our countrie!
Here is to thee, Tom, and here is to thee,
And look they may leuk for thee and me!
9. 'Twas early next morning, before the break of day,
They mounted their horses, and so they rode away.
Poor Jack, he died upon a far foreign shore,
And Tom, he was never, never heard of more!
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