Here's a health to the jolly blacksmith, the best of all fellows Who works at his anvil while the boy blows the bellows Which makes his bright hammer to rise and to fall Here's to Old Cole and to Young Cole And to Old Cole of all Twankydillo, Twankydillo, Twankydillo-dillo-dillo-dillo And a roaring pair of blow-pipes made from the green willow Here's a health to the pretty boy, the one I love best Who kindles a fire all in my own breast If a gentleman calls his horse to be shoed He'll make no denial of one pot or two Here's a health from us all, to our sovereign the Queen And to all the Royal family, whereever they're seen