Rise up, ye stalwart men
And put the pitch alight on your torch sticks
Vanquish those who would do us evil
And establish the rule of France

Chorus (after each verse):
And oh woman of the house, what ails you?
Oh woman of the house, in two years or three
From this year out the land will be rent free
Oh woman of the house
Oh woman of the house, isn't that pleasant?

Here's a jug on the table and the beer's coming
And the Duke of York has sufficient arms
The French and the Spaniards at the shore's edge
And how bitter that is than woman's chatter

From sat down and my desire to m'ais
Drinking my Charter will I drink like a man
He said the woman of the house of gentle conversation
Without airigead be shot down out

Since I pulled up my piece bracket
Woe I was not without my ruin
She was again a cry charitable
Do not you sit down you are all entertainment

Alas and alack when I was young
Two years old and no evil thought in my mind
That I didn't join the King's navy or army
Instead of spending my life looking after you