It’s Saint Monday’s day, and well I do admire

To sit snug at home by my own coal fire

Then it’s down to the pub for a pint or two

For to work on Monday, that would never do

Now my son’s fourteen, he’s a strapping lad

He’ll go down to the mine just like his dad

And when Friday comes we’ll pick up our pay

And we’ll drink together to round out the day

Well, I likes me whiskey and I likes me beer

I’ll drink fourteen pints and I’ll not feel queer

I can hold my liquor as well as any man

And I’ll dance and sing as long as I can

And it’s when I die then I know full well

I’ll not go to Heaven, I am bound for Hell

And my pick and shovel, Old Nick he will admire

And he’ll set me to hewing coal for his own Hellfire