Though them and I decline,
And they shabby get, I’ll stick to ’em yet,
For the sake of Auld Langsyne.
Now, here’s a beaver, look at that,
This old chapeau of mine;
’Tis the first Policeman’s left off hat,
In eighteen twenty-nine,
In eighteen twenty-nine, my boys,
Yet still to make it shine,
I dip it into the water butt,