Gin toddies, large measures,
no skimpin' if you please.
life is a game of chance.
Though it ain't all jolly
When you've got someone to love,
you forget your care and strife
Let the prudes look down on us,
let the wide world frown on us
Who cares if straight laces
sneer at us in the street?
Fine airs and fine graces
don't have to send to eat.
who knows what we may find.
There's pockets left undone
Though you sometimes do come
by the occasional black eye,
till he blacks the other one
No flounces, no feathers,
no frills and fur billows
All winds and all weathers
ain't good for fancy clothes.
These trappings, these tatters,
these we can just afford.
What future? What matters?
We've got our bed and board.
threaten to bring the plague in,
But the grass is green and dense,
on the right side of the fence.
An d we take good care of it,
that we get our share of it
If you don't mind having a like or lump it
Though there's no tea sippin'
Not for me, the happy home,
happy husband, happy wife.
Though it sometimes touches me,
for the likes of such as me,
Mines are fine, fine mines!