Come all ye taletellers with bridges to burn
Put your money away
Dear richard has died and it's eight in the morn
And we must get back to drinkin'
Now richard did rarely take pleasure in wealth
Put your money away
Top o'the morning to you and the rest to himself
And we must get back to drinkin'
These bottles of cheer is on old richard dear
And he'd will it that way i been thinkin'
For it comes from the trust that he languished from us
And we must get back to drinkin'
Now the misses was stitched with a delicate thread
Put your money away
For i've held the poor dear as she thrashes in bed
But we must get back to drinkin'
In years that would follow apart we did drift
Put your money away
For he took the oath and i took the fifth
Now we must get back to drinkin'
Each bottle of cheer is on old richard dear
And he won't have your wages i'm thinkin'
For it's all from the fuss that he landed on us
And we must get back to drinkin'