Come to me on Saturday night,
Ch: Victoria! Victoria!
An' you will get your wants alright,
Ch: Cherry-cherry, vip-bom, hurra so!
Oh, no, I dare not go to thee,
Thy father's dogs they will bite me.
The big, black dog, well it is dead,
And to the white one give some bread.
And when you come into my room,
You'll find some brandy to consume.
Just take a deep swig at the bottle,
So you'll be ready for the battle.