Or somebody paid for the keg or pot,
I would collar the measure and gulp the lot,
Then I handed it over to Riley.
Chorus.
For Riley and I were chums and we always shared
Black eyes or sugar plums, the divil a hair we cared,
When there was anything nice about, take my word,
That when I had done I handed it on to Riley!
One day while I was on a spree
Along with my chum, Johnny Riley,