Yack alive and merry my boys,
Ven he get him _frau_
And he vid her ringlet toys,
As he take her paw.
So drink, and call for vat you please,
Until you hab your vack, boys;
Ve'll think no more of angry seas,
Till ve standen back, boys.
Chorus and laughter.
With a _whip, snip_, high cum diddledy,
The cog-wheels of life have need of much oiling;
_Smack, crack_--this is our jubilee
Huzza, my lads, we'll keep the pot boiling.