Come swish around, my pretty punk,
And keep me dancing still
That I may stay a sober man
Although I drink my fill.
Sobriety is a jewel
That I do much adore;
And therefore keep me dancing
Though drunkards lie and snore.
Oh! mind the music, oh! mind the dance!
Oh! mind your cheek's pure blush,
And I'll have such virtue in my drink
As you could want no more.