Here's a health to the jolly blacksmith, the best of all fellows
Who works at his anvil while the boy blows the bellows
Which makes his bright hammer to rise and to fall
Here's to Old Cole and to Young Cole
And to Old Cole of all
Twa*kydillo, Twa*kydillo, Twa*kydillo-dillo-dillo-dillo
And a roaring pair of blow-pipes made from the green willow
Here's a health to the pretty boy, the one I love best
Who kindles a fire all in my own breast
If a gentleman calls his horse to be shoed
He'll make no denial of one pot or two
Here's a health from us all, to our sovereign the Queen
And to all the Royal family, whereever they're seen