Twenty Christmas eves ago, the landlord of The Star
Said here's a Christmas box for you, look here a nice cigar
I smokes it up till Easter till me dear devoted wife
Said why don't you throw the end away? I said, not on your life

It's the end of me old cigar, hurrah, hurrah, hurrah!
I walked up Piccadilly and they think that I'm the Shah
It ain't because I'm handsome, or I'm a la-di-dah
But I tickled the ladies' fancy with the end of my old cigar

I used to be a sailor once a sailing on the sea
One day the vessel struck a rock just off the Zuiderzee
The captain says we're going down I says you're up the pole
And when they come to find me I was bunging up the hole

With the end of me old cigar, hurrah, hurrah, hurrah!
I asked the captain for a light and he said here you are
Someone shouted fire, but cabin boy said bah
It's only him a-puffin' away at the end of his old cigar