Our mate has married a wife,
And you ought to know how he regrets it.
Ch: Falderal-deri, falderal-dera,
Hurrah, hurrah, hurrah!
She's no good at mending stockings,
And makes a hash of cooking meals.
Oh, mate, come with your bottle,
And give each man a dram or six.
A dram or six is rather much,
Well give us each two drams only.
Oh, mate, bring us your jar,
And give us one dram only.