Come fill up your glasses and let us be merry, For the moonlight is shining all over the hill.
As we roam through the valleys, Where the lilies and the roses, And the beauty of Kashmir lay drooping his head. Then away, then away, then away To the caves in yonder mountain Where the robbers retreat.
We come from the mountains, our pistols are loaded, For to rob and to plunder it is our intent.
Hush, hush in the distance there's footsteps approaching, "Stand, stand and deliver!", it is our watch cry.
Your gold and your silver, your life if resisting. We'll laugh at your agonies, we'll scorn at your pain.