Ye mourners all as you pass by, come in and drink if you are dry
Just call your drinks and think not amiss, and pop your nose in a jug of this
Ye tipplers all, if you've half a crown, you're welcome all, for to sit down
Just call your drinks and think not amiss, and pop your nose in a jug of this
When I am old and can scarcely crow, with an old grey beard and a head that's bald
Crown my desire, and fulfill my wish, a pretty young girl and a jug of this
When I am in my grave and dead, and all my sorrows are past and fled
Transport me then into a fish, and let me swim in a jug of this
