Now brave boys we're on the march
For Portugal and Spain
Drums are beating, banners flying
The devil a home will come tonight

(chorus)
Love fare thee well
With me tiddery idle loodle hum a da
With me tiddery idle loodle hum a da
Me right fol tooral addee o
There's whisky in the jar.

Now the French are fighting boldly
Men are dying hot and coldly
Give every man his flask of powder
His firelock on his shoulder.

--chorus

Said the mother do not wrong me
Don't take me daughter from me
For if you do I will torment you
And after death me ghost will haunt you

--chorus