Come all you honest labouring men that work hard all the day
And join with me at The Barley Mow to pass an hour away
Where we can sing and drink and be merry
And drive away all our cares and worries

When Jones's ale was new, my boys
When Jones's ale was new

The first to come in was the ploughman, with sweat all on his brow
Up with the lark at the break of day he guides his speedy plough
He drives his team, how they do toil
O'er hill and valley to turn the soil

When Jones's ale was new, my boys
When Jones's ale was new

The next to come in was the blacksmith, his brawny arms all bare
And with his pint of Jones's ale he has no fear or care
Throughout the day his hammer he's swinging
He sings when he hears his anvil ringing

When Jones's ale was new, my boys
When Jones's ale was new

The next to come in was a mason
His hammer it needed refacing to join the jovial crew
He wishes every church and steeple would fall
So then there'll be work for masons all

When Jones's ale was new, my boys
When Jones's ale was new