My voice—I don't deny't getting thicker,
But never exhausting my store.
But never exhausting my store.
'Tes politics now is the fashion,
As sets folks about by the ear,
And slops makes the poorest o' lushing,
No zinging for me wi'out beer.
I reckon the days be departed
For such jolly gaffers as I;
Folks will never again be light-hearted,