Come out come out from near and far come out and hear our plea. A bottle of rum and beer by the drum the whiskey will set us free.

Compile our wealth defile ourselves, the future we cannot tell. If we run out of luck and roll in the muck we'll be on our way ta' hell.

You and me and a bottle o' rum we'll burn this tavern down,
Drown our fears till tomorrow dissappears, we'll drink our whiskey down.