At the end of the day I like a couple drinks when I raise up my voice and sing

An hour or two with the fine brown brew and Im ready for anything

At the Cross Keys Inn there were sisters four, the landlords daughters fair

And every night when they turned out the light I would chase them up the stairs

I got the call from foreign shores to go and fight the foe

And I thought no more of the sisters four though they cried to see me go

I sailed away on a ship, the Morning Glory was her name

Wed all fall down when the rum went round, then get up and drink again

I bore once more to my native shore, farewell to the raging main

The Cross Keys Inn, it was beckoning, with the rum to ease my pain

But there on the shore were the sisters four with a bundle upon each knee

There were three little girls and a bastard boy and they all looked just like me