Come Landlord Fill The Flowing Bowl

Three jolly coachmen sat in an English tavern (x2) 
And they decided (x3) 
To have another flagon.

Come landlord fill the flowing bowl Until it doth run over (x2) 
For tonight we'll merry merry be (x3) 
Tomorrow we'll be sober.

Here's to the man drinks water pure And goes to bed quite sober (x2) 
Falls as the leaves do fall (x3) 
He'll die before October.

Here's to the man who drinks strong ale 
And goes to bed quite mellow (x2) 
Lives as he ought to live (x3) 
And dies a jolly good fellow.

Here's to the maid who steals a kiss 
And runs to tell her mother (x2) 
She's a foolish, foolish thing (x3) 
She'll never get another.

Here's to the maid who steals a kiss 
And comes back for another (x2) 
She's a boon for all mankind (x3) 
She'll very soon be a mother.