Journeyman

Journeyman came up one night,
With walking he was weary.
Journeyman came up one night,
When the moon shone bright and clearly.
He met a fox upon the road, [bad word] through the heather.
He caught that fox upon the road,
Whose eyes were quick and clever.
 [bad word] 
Johnny’s gone this night to town,
He’s on his way tonight.
When [bad word] no need to work,
For gold or silver bright.

The fox said 'sir, let me free,
And keep me from this town-o.'
The fox said 'sir, wishes three,
I’ll grant before the dawn-o.'
'My first wish,' said the Journeyman,
a-pointing to his whiskey,
'My first wish to you is that
my bottle never be empty.'

Cho

To test his wish, the young man drank
But could not drain the bottle.
Before too long, the young man sank
And the fox began to smile.
When morn’s first light crept o’er the brink
And still the young man slumbered,
The fox he hid that young man’s drink
And left him there bewildered.

Cho x2