TradCome landlord fill the flowing
bowl until it doth run over
Come landlord fill the flowing bowl until it doth
run over
For tonight we'll merry merry be, for tonight
we'll merry merry be
For tonight we'll merry merry be
Tomorrow we'll be sober
The man who'd kiss the pretty girl and
go and tell his mother
The man who'd kiss the pretty girl and go and
tell his mother
Ought to have his lips cut off, ought to have his
lips cut off
Ought to have his lips cut off
And never kiss another
The man who drinks his small ale and
goes to bed right sober
The man who drinks his small ale and goes to bed
right sober
Fades as the leaves do fade, fades as the leaves
do fade
Fades as the leaves do fade
And drop off in October
But the man who drinks his real ale
and goes to bed right mellow
But the man who drinks his real ale and goes to
bed right mellow
Lives as he ought to live, lives as he ought to
live
Lives as he ought to live
And dies a jolly good fellow
As sung by The Spinners