Come fill up your glasses and let us be merry,

For to rob bags of plunder it is our intent.

Chorus 

As we roam through the valleys

Where the lilies and the roses

And the beauty of Kashmir lay drooping his head

Then away, then away

To the caves in yonder mountain

Where the robbers retreat 

Hush, hush in the distance there's footsteps approaching

Stand, stand and deliver it is our watch cry.