Simon the Cellarer - Hatton, John Liptrot

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"A famous Victorian comic song."

⌛ Period → Romantic ◈ Genre → Partsongs ♬ Voicing → SATB ¶ Language → English

Parts 4

Instruments A cappella

Pages 6

CPDL # 54929

Editor Peter Smith

Posted 2019-07-29

License Personal

¶Lyrics / Text

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. 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, oh! oh! oh! his nose doth show Bow 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 fume, 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, oh! oh! oh! old Simon doth know Where many a flask of his best doth go. Old Simon reclines in his high-backed chair, And oft talks about taking a wife; And Margery is often heard to declare, 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, oh! oh! oh! he will chuckle and crow. What! marry old Margerv? no! no! no!