Then pass around the can, my boys;
For we must homewards go,
For we must homewards go,
For we must homewards go.
And if you ask me of this song
The reason for to shew,
I don’t exactly know—ow ow,
I don’t exactly know.
But all my fancy dwells on Nancy,
So I’ll sing, Tally-ho!
So I’ll sing, Tally-ho!
But all my fancy dwells on Nancy,
So I’ll sing, TALLY-HO!
