Lyrics:

Here's a health to the jolly blacksmith, the best of all fellows
Who works at his anvil while the boy blows the bellows

Chorus (after each verse):
Which makes his bright hammer to rise and to fall
Here's to Old Cole and to Young Cole
And to Old Cole of all
Twankydillo, Twankydillo, Twankydillo-dillo-dillo-dillo
And a roaring pair of blow-pipes made from the green willow

Here's a health to the pretty boy, the one I love best
Who kindles a fire all in my own breast

If a gentleman calls his horse to be shoed
He'll make no denial of one pot or two

Here's a health from us all, to our sovereign the Queen
And to all the Royal family, wherever they're seen