When we return in victory
it’s to the pub I’m led
I’ll toast to our sweet success
and down a foamy head
but it matters not what fills my mug
no ale or beer can quench
‘cause they are not the drink I crave
and I’m a thirsty wench
Oh ei di die di die di die ... etc.
My favorite way to celebrate
is to head straight for the shore
the sailors there are trim and taut
and always wanting more
I’ll find a sailor willing
the finest I can get
his ship is not all I’ll board
or all that will get wet
Oh ei di die di die di die ... etc.
When we come home at last rest
from fights long and ventures brave
I find the nearest tavern
playing the music that I crave
my spirits all are roused again
when notes begin to flow
so I’ll take the piper home with me
and show him how to blow
Oh ei di die di die di die ... etc.
At the end of a long mission
when weariness I feel
I hie myself off to home
for a fresh, hot, steamy meal
I’ll invite a friend to join me
she’s my favorite to have about
‘cause he’ll never let me cook for him
she’d rather eat out
