He:
Shou’d I not lead a happy life?
Were but my bottle like my wife.
My Bottle empties when I swill
But my wife swells up when we bill.
Wou’d when I drink my bottle fill
And when I kiss my wife not swell.
I wou’d so swill, I wou’d so fill, I wou’d so bill
That daily, gaily I wou’d spend my life
Drinking, filling, hugging, billing,
My merry bottle and my wife.

She:
Still at your pott you drunken sott?
You, ‘till I come, will never go home,
And when you’re there, you curse and swear
You pan, you damn and swear,
Then prove a-bed a lump of lead
Will you never leave your beastly pott,
You odious filthy drunken sott?

He:
Do you think, you scold, I’ll be controlled?
No more be said or at your head,
As I’m a sott, souse flies the pott,
But first I think I’ll save the drink.

She:
Hold leave a sup, don’t drink it all up.

He:
Here taste and know, why I’ll not go.

She:
How sweet, oh how it cheers and warms my Heart
Oh dear methinks I suck my mother
Here’s to you my love,
Have t’other quart and then another.

Both:
Come now we’re friends and all is right.
Drink all day but love at night.