Whiskey by the gallon
sugar by the pound
Great big bowl to put it in
And a spoon to stir it round
Who’s going down to town
Who’s going down to town
Who’s going down to Welmingtown
To carry my tobacco round
Once I had an old coon dog
And I wish I had him back
He chase the big dogs over the fence
And the little ones through the cracks
And once I had a little girl
I brought her from the south
She’s braid her hair so doggone tight
She couldn’t close her mouth