A Cheshire man sailed into Spain
A Cheshire man went o'er to Spain
A merchant of London as may report
A soul! A soul! A soulcake! Please good missus, a soulcake
A sup for sores, a glass for gout
All on this pleasant morning together we will go
And it's where hast thou been all this long night my son?
As William and Mary walked by the seaside
Awhile brother soldiers attend
Come all ye true good Christians that liveth here on earth
Come all you British heroes, and listen to my song
Come lords and ladies of high degree
Five in the morning and fresh from me bed
From Mobberley on a bright morning
Good people all I pray attend
Hark! Down the Deva's wizard stream
He was born in Over long ago
Here comes three or four jovie lads, all of one mind
Here's a health to the Alderley Lasses
Here's to the heroes of four-in-hand fame
How sweet is the horn that blows in the morn
I once was courting a nice young wench and I courted her right well
I will give you the keys of heaven
I'm a 'prentice boy, my name is Bob
I'm afraid I shall never be married
In Chester town a man there dwelt
In Chester town there lived a brisk young widow
Is that the sword that I used in the war?
It was down in a valley a young maiden did dwell
It's of a rich farmer in Cheshire
It's of an old farmer near Chester did dwell
O Mary, go and call the cattle home
O'er hill and dale the echoes sail
Oh, I am a rambling Royal, from Liverpool I came
The mist comes crawling down the street
The streams of lovely Nancy divide in three parts
The sun had set behind yond hill
The trees they do grow high and the leaves they do grow green
There was a jolly miller once lived on the river Dee
There was a Norley fellow who owned some small estate
There was an old frog and he lived in a well
There was and old farmer in Peover did dwell
There's a little song the Eighth Army used to hear
They call me John Lomas from Audlem I came
Thy sons, old Cheshire, I will sing
To John Smith Barry of fame and renown
'Twas three jovial huntsmen and a-hunting they did go
Two fishermen loved Bessy Blake
We are one, two, three good hearty lads, we are all in one mind
We are one, two, three hearty lads, and we're all of one mind
We are one, two, three hearty lads, we are all of one mind
We are the boys to fey the pit
Well met my dearest Phoebe, Oh! Why in such haste?
When I was a lad as big as my Dad
Will you hear a Spanish Lady, how she wooed an Englishman?
Ye gentlemen of England, we'll have you to draw near
Ye sportsmen of Chester I'll have ye draw near
You sporting men of Chester, I'd have you all to hear
You young men of Cheshire I'd have you to beware