Full Lyrics
'Tis too late for a Coach, and too soon to reel home,
We have freedom to stagger when the Town is our own;
Let's whirl it away, and whip Sixpences round,
Till the Drawers are foundered, and the Hogshead does sound:
The Glass stays with you, Tom, save your Tide, pull away,
One minute of Midnight is worth a whole Day.
