Come hither my lads with your tankards of ale
And drink to the present before life should fail
Pile each on your platter a mountain of beef
Cos it's eating and drinking what brings us relief
So fill up your glass, for life will soon pass
When you're dead you'll ne'er
drink to your king nor your lass
Anacreon had a red nose so they say
But what's a red nose if you're happy and gay?

God split me I'd rather be red whilst I'm here
Than white as a lily and dead half the year
Come hither my miss and give us a kiss
In Hell there's no innkeepers daughter like this
Young Harry propped up just as straight as he's able
Will soon lose his wig and slip under the table
So fill up your glasses and pass them around
Better under the table than under the ground

So revel and chaff as ye thirstily quaff
Under six feet of dirt it's less easy to laugh
The fiend strike me blue I'm scarce able to walk
And damn if I can't stand upright or talk
Here landlord bid Betty to summon a chair
I'll try home for a while for my wife is not there
So lend us a hand I'm not able to stand
But I'm gay whist I linger on top of the land