For a thirsty old Soul is he-e!
A thirsty old Soul is he.
Of Pekoe and Twankay he never doth fail,
Which all the day long he drinks out of a pail.
For he never ale-th, he quaintly doth say,
While he sticks to his fifty-two cups in a day—
For ho! ho! ho!
Old Tim can’t know
How much of birch-broom there is in Pekoe.
Chorus—“For ho! ho! ho!” &c.