Classic Poem

The Mill a, the Mill a,
So merrily goes the merry Mill a.

Let us sip, and let it flip,
And go which way it will a,
Let us trip, and let us skip,
And let us drink our fill a.
Take the cup, and drink all up,
Give me the can to fill a:
Every sup, and every cup,
Hold here, and my good will a.
Gossip mine, and gossip thine,
Now let us gossip still a:
Here is good wine, this ale is fine,
Now drink of which you will a.
Round about, till all be out,
I pray you let us swill a:
This jelly grout, is jelly and stout,
I pray you stout it still a.
Let us laugh, and let us quaff,
Good drinkers think none ill a:
Here is your bag, here is your staff,
Be packing to the mill a.