No man that's a drinker takes ale from a pin For there is too little good stuff there within Four and a half is it's measure in full Too small for a sup, not enough for a pull...
Then bring us a barrel and set it up right Bring us a barrel, to last out the night Bring us a barrel, no matter how high We'll drink it up Lads, we'll drink it dry.
The poor little firkin's nine gallons in all Though the beer it is good, the size is too small For lads that are drinkers like you and like I That firkin small barrel too quickly runs dry.
And when that I'm dying and on me death bed By me bedside leave a fine full hogshead That if down below I mun go when I die Me and old Nick we will both drink it dry.
*The Kilderkin's Next and although rather small At least it is better than nothing at all Its eighteen full gallons will just about do Provided, of course, there's another for you.
Then bring forth the Puncheon and roll out the butt Them's the best measures before me to put Our pots will go round and good ale it will flow And we'll be contented for an hour or so.