Full Lyrics
Come drinke to me,
And I will drink to thee,
And then shall we
Full well agree.
I have loved the jolly tankerd,
Full seven winters and more;
I have loved it so long
Till that I went upon the score.
He that loves not the tankerd,
Is no honest man;
And he is no right souldier,
That loves not the can.
Tappe the canikin,
Tosse the canikin,
Trole the canikin,
Turn the canikin.
Hold, good Sonne, and fill us a fresh can.
That we may quaffe it round about from man to man.
