Give me a capon,
And some roguish companion,
A wench, and a bottle of sack.
Take me to the ale house,
Take me to the whore house.
If I vomit, keep me off of my back.
My father, he thinks, I am a good-for-nothing,
And that I won't amount to much.
But he's not aware of my secret weapon.
I can count on my self in the clutch.
Show me a breach,
I'll once more unto it.
I'll be ready for action any day.
I'll straighten up, and I'll fly most righteous.
In a fracas, I'll be right in the fray.
I can drink you under 25 tables,
Fight and be a ladies man.
But all this will change,
When I am good and ready,
To become the king of this land.
Give me a capon,
And some roguish companion,
A wench, and a bottle of sack.
Take me to the ale house,
Take me to the whore house.
If I vomit, keep me off of my back.