Chorus

Then drink, brave gentlemen, drink with me To the Lincolnshire saint by the old North Sea. A glass and a toast and a song and a rhyme To the barefooted saint of the olden time.

He loved a friend and a flagon of wine, When the friend was true and the bottle was fine. He would raise his glass with a knowing wink, And this was the toast he would always drink:--

"Oh, here's to the good and the bad men too, For without them saints would have nothing to do. Oh, I love them both and I love them well, But which I love better, I never can tell."