Kyf Brewer - Dear Richard's Wake lyrics

Come all ye taletellers with bridges to burn Put your money away Dear richard has died and it's eight in the morn And we must get back to drinkin' Now richard did rarely take pleasure in wealth Put your money away Top o'the morning to you and the rest to himself And we must get back to drinkin' These bottles of cheer is on old richard dear And he'd will it that way i been thinkin' For it comes from the trust that he languished from us And we must get back to drinkin' Now the misses was stitched with a delicate thread Put your money away For i've held the poor dear as she thrashes in bed But we must get back to drinkin' In years that would follow apart we did drift Put your money away For he took the oath and i took the fifth Now we must get back to drinkin' Each bottle of cheer is on old richard dear And he won't have your wages i'm thinkin' For it's all from the fuss that he landed on us And we must get back to drinkin'