Three jolly coachmen sat in an English tavern Three jolly coachmen sat in an English tavern And they decided, and they decided, and they decided To have another flagon Come 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 Here’s to the man drinks water pure and goes to bed quite sober Here’s to the man drinks water pure and goes to bed quite sober Falls as the leaves do fall Falls as the leaves do fall Falls as the leaves do fall He’ll die before October Here’s to the man who drinks strong ale and goes to bed quite mellow... Lives as he ought to live... And dies a jolly good fellow Here’s to the maid who steals a kiss and runs to tell her mother... She’s a foolish, foolish thing... She’ll never get another Here’s to the maid who steals a kiss and comes back for another... She’s a boon for all mankind... She’ll very soon be a mother