When I die
Don't put me under the ground
Take me to the pub
And set me on the table
The place were I will hear
The tankers banging
I'd prefer it for nine hours
Than the soothing music of the cuckoo
And the jug would be filled

And it would be full
There is a girl in this town
And she is quite joyful
She is quite cheery
And there's a shine on her forehead
I didn't see Mac-a-samhail
In town or anywhere
But posey Nelly was
At the bottom of the ship
And the jug would be filled
And it would be full

Will you come, or will you stay?
Or will you come, Donald?
Will you come, or will you stay?
Or did you drink your share?
I will come, and I won't stay
I have had my share to drink
And I will have the pretty girl
If she takes my advice
And the jug would be filled
And it would be full

This town is a nice town
The town of Cnáimhsí is nice
This town is a better town
Than any town in this place
They are whispering mass here
Mills and workshops
Isn't the young maid lucky
To live here
And the jug would be filled
And it would be full