Ho! Ho! Ho!
To the bottle I go
To heal my heart and drown my woe.
Ho! Ho! Ho!
To the bottle I go
To heal my heart and drown my woe.
Rain may fall and wind may blow,
And many miles be still to go,
Ho! Ho! Ho!
But under a tall tree I will lie,
And let the clouds go sailing by.
Ho! Ho! Ho!