An’ ev’ry oone wull tell his tiale,
An’ ev’ry oone wull zing his zong,
An’ ev’ry oone wull drink his yal,
To love an’ frien’ship al night long.
We’ll snap the tongs, we’ll have a bal,
We’ll shiake the house, we’ll rise the ruf,
We’ll romp an’ miake the maidens squal,
A catchen o’m at bline-man’s buff.
Zoo come to marra night, an’ mind
Don’t leave thy fiddle-bag behind.
We’ll shiake a lag, an’ drink a cup
O’ yal to kip wold Chris’mas up.
