From the Bodleian Library Broadside Ballads, Harding B 11(3537):

SLAP BANG

1. O we're a crew of jolly dogs
Who never can get cross.
We're good at any mortal thing,
At fighting, fun, or toss.

CHORUS: And we're always off to the races O!
Races O, races, O!
And we're always off to the races O!
Such jolly dogs are we.
We dance, we sing, we laugh, O! ah!
We laugh, ha! ha! and dance and sing.
Such jolly dogs are we.
Fal lal la, fal lal la, fal lal la.
Fal lal la, tra la la, fal lal la.
Tral di dal di dal, al I da.
Slap bang, there we are again,
There you are again, there are you again
Slap bang, there you are again,
Such jolly days are we.

2. Each night we meet at six o'clock.
Together all we dine.
Each course, of course, soon out of sight,
And quickly to the wine.

3. Near eight o'clock sallying forth
That is when it is dark
I'll do you dads, exclaim the chief,
All ready for a lark.

4. To masquerades and hops we go
Each smokes the fragrant weed
Stick well up for each other
If one's in grief or need

5. Waterford, will all his pals
In the Haymarket larks,
Could never life his head among
Our crew of jolly sparks.