’Tis useless to grieve, ’tis wiser to sleep,
Tho’ they don’t come home till morning.
Three worthless young fellows got safe to the door,
Got safe to the door as the clock struck nine,
Each well knew the place, they had been there before,
And drank of the brandy, and ale, and wine.
For men will drink and women will weep,
’Tis useless to cry, ’tis better to sleep,
Tho’ they don’t come home till morning.
Three worthless young fellows came out in the street,