If knee-deep in cat nip 
At the old icebox 
I [bad word] you whistle 
And give the box three knocks 
Should you be so lucky 
To hear whisperin' 
It is an invitation 
For you to leap in 
May you go marching in three measure time 
Dressed up as asses, [bad word] to the nines 
Swing from the rafters 
Shouting those songs 
Gone unsung for far too long 
If boxing your shadow 
At the wall full of moss 
And antlers approach you 
Then I am at a loss 
May you go marching in three measure time 
Dressed up as asses, [bad word] to the nines 
Swing from the rafters 
Shouting those songs 
Gone unsung for far too long 
Drink to the dead all you still alive 
We shall join them in good time 
Should you go crossin' that silvery brook 
It's best to leap before you look 
Drink to the dead all you still alive 
We shall join them in good time 
Should you go crossin' that silvery brook 
It's best to leap before you look 
Surrounded by toadstools 
At the old green glen 
I'm afraid there is little 
That I can [bad word] 
Save all of your courage 
And sincere prayer 
And where you go-a treadin' 
Take the utmost care 
So let us 
Drink to the dead all you still alive 
We shall join them in good time 
Should you go crossin' that silvery brook 
It's best to leap before you look 
Drink to the dead all you still alive 
We shall join them in good time 
Should you go crossin' that silvery brook 
It's best to leap before you look