I’ve got six pence, jolly, jolly six pence
I’ve got six pence, to last me all my life
I’ve got two pence to spend and two pence to lend,
And two pence to send home to my wife, poor wife
No cares have I to grieve me
No pretty little girls (sexy little boys) to deceive me
I was happy as a lark believe me
As we go rolling, rolling home
Rolling home, Rolling home
By the light of the Silver whisky bottle (Silvery moon)
Happy as the day (happy we will be),
when the counselors/campers go away
And we go rolling, rolling home
I’ve got four pence….
I’ve got two pence…
I’ve got no pence…