Drink Little England Dry

1. Drink, my boys, and ne’er give o’er,
Drink until you can’t drink no more,
For the Frenchmen are coming for a fresh supply,
And they swear they’ll drink little England dry.
Paddie, widdie, waddle, widdie, bow, wow, wow,
Paddle, widdie, waddie, widdie, bow, wow, wow,
For the Frenchmen are coming with a fresh supply,
And they swear they’ll drink little England dry.

2. They may come, the frogs of France,
But we’ll teach them a new-fashioned dance,
For we’ll pepper their jackets most ter-ri-bully,
Afore they’ll drink little England dry.
Paddle, widdie, waddie, widdie, bow, wow, wows
Paddie, widdie, waddle, widdie, bow, wow, wow,
For we’ll pepper their jackets most ter-ri-bully,
Afore they’ll drink little England dry.

3. They may come as they may think,
But they shall fight afore they drink,
For the guns they shall rattle
and the bullets they shall fly
Afore they’ll drink little England dry.
Paddie, widdie, waddie, widdie, bow, wow, wow,
Paddle, widdie, waddie, widdie, bow, wow, wow,
For the guns they shall rattle
and the bullets they shall fly
Afore they’ll drink little England dry.

4. Then drink, my boys, and ne’er give o’er,
Drink until you can’t drink no more,
For the Frenchmen’s brags are all my eye,
And they’ll never drink little England dry.
Paddle, widdie, waddle, widdie, bow, wow, wow,
Paddle, widdie, waddle, widdie, bow, wow, wow,
For the Frenchmen’s brags are all my eye,
And they’ll never drink little England dry.