They wandered along ’neath the moon’s pale light,
And smoked their cigars as they walked down town.
For men will go and women will weep,
’Tis useless to grieve, ’tis wiser to sleep,
Tho’ they don’t come home till morning.
Three worthless young fellows looked up at the moon,
Looked up at the moon as they went their way,
Each thought of O’Shaunnessy’s big saloon,
Where every night they could billiards play.
For men will play and women will weep,