All last week I worked and toiled, did my best without respite; Now I’ve put all that behind me, all my troubles out of sight. I’ve been waiting since last (Mon)day just to be with you tonight, Just to join my voice with yours and sing a song with all our might.
CHORUS Who needs fame and who needs fortune, and who needs a life of ease? I’m the richest in the country when I’m blessed with friends like these.
Sing of joys and sing of sorrows, sing of love and bloody wars; As we sing we’re all transported down some mine or to distant shores. Some sing high and some sing low, some sing sensitive and sweet, But when we all join in chorus, they can hear us down the street.
Landlord, bring another round now, set 'em up in twos and threes, Come again when these are empty, till we buckle at the knees. Let our ears be filled with music, just as we are filled with ale; Let this evening never end, let our voices never fail.
And one day if we should part and we should meet no more again, (Mon)day nights let’s raise our glasses to the health of absent friends; And if angels take you with them and the Devil claims my soul, We’ll still harmonise together - you above and me below.