Chorus:
I drink tea and I drink punch
And the following day I drink toddy
I'm only drunk but once a month
Thanks for charity, and from anybody

Everyone considers all life's ways
Thinks of the clergy, thinks of buying
Thinks of the army, its power and sway
But sure charity is the trade I'm trying

Some farmed land now I see
The golden meadow and lambing sheep
There's a driving rain and a cutting breeze
Never a threat to my crops, for none I keep

Now under the sun I'm happy still
Never a care in the world, just joy replayed
No tax nor worry, but my own free will
Charity sure beats craft or trade

If one day I'm cursed with drought
The following day I'll be ordering toddy
One day with wine, the next without
Thanks for charity, and from anybody