We must put out the lamp, boys!
From here we'll not be moving!
This lamp it must be doused, boys!
For we all feel like drinking.
We want to mix the drinks, boys!
For here we'll all be staying!
From here we'll not be moving!
We must put out the lamp, boys!
We'll drink a bully toast, boys,
To the one who gives employment.
And we must all be drinking,
Our biscuits we'll be soaking.
Ch: Bacchus! Bacchus!