And we’ll fill up our bumper, and round it shall go,
Follow the horses, Johnny lad oh!
Follow the horses, &c.
There is my horse, and there is my tram;
Twee horns full of greese will make her to gang;
There is my hoggars, likewise my half shoon,
And smash my heart, marrow, my putting’s a’ done.
Follow the horses, Johnny my lad oh!
Follow them through my canny lad oh!
Follow the horses, Johnny my lad oh!