Bud cheer up, lads, yer glasses fill,
Fer ivvery Jack ther is a Jill.
Sup off, my bucks, an’ divn’t spill,
An’ maay Ah win her garter O.
Neea prude is Nance; tha saay sha’s maad,
High doon a derry O,
Her brahdal bands ov gowden braad,
High doon a derry O.
Noo fer a ribbon Ah weean’t run,
It gi’es neea luck, an’ stops wer fun,