We’ll tak’ a glass of brandy yet,
And kick away the wine.
And, surely, you’ll your quartern be,
And, surely, I’ll be mine;
And we will drink so merrily,
But we’ll not call for wine.
But we’ll not, &c.
And here’s six-pence, my own good friend
Give me six-pence of thine;
We’ll for another quartern call,