There was an old woman who had no bairns.
She took the punch jug in her airms.
She sang, "Mush a loo la boo!
May you never be empty till I be fu'!
Mush a doo dy hay!
Mush a doo dy ah!
Luladee, lulaboo!

She went to her cellar, filled up the jug;
Stood on a chair, to find her mug.
She sang: "Mush-a-loo-la-boo!
Who will join me in dancing a jig or two,
Mush a doo dy hay!
Mush a doo dy ah!
Luladee, lulaboo!

When I am dead and gone, gone to my rest,
Don't place a stone upon my breast.
I'll sing: Mush-a-loo-la-boo!
I'll have a grave that is wide and very deep,
And a jug of punch,
And a jug of punch,
At my head and my feet!