And when me morris days are over
I'll have me own seat at the bar
I'll entertain the landlord's daughter
With tales of how I used to star

Like when I had a wee drop taken
And dropped me snotters in the trough
I fished them out and went back dancing
I guessed the wind would dry them off

And while the lads are making capers
With such gay tales I'll entertain
The wives and girlfriends of the dancers
While their men do sweat and strain

Yes the girls will surely gather round me
Once me bells are last unbuckled
And when I stop the Morris Dancing
There's bound to be some room for cuckolds

HTML line breaks added. --JoeClone, 17-Aug-02.