Ye mourners all as you pass by
Come in and drink if you are dry
Just call your drinks and think not amiss
And pop your nose in a jug of this

Ye tipplers all, if you've half a crown
You're welcome all, for to sit down
Just call your drinks and think not amiss
And pop your nose in a jug of this

When I am old and can scarcely crow
With an old grey beard and a head that's bald
Crown my desire, and fulfill my wish
A pretty young girl and a jug of this

When I am in my grave and dead
And all my sorrows are past and fled
Transport me then into a fish
And let me swim in a jug of this