Farewell to Old Bedford, I am bound for to leave you
Likewise those pretty girls I nevermore shall see
My portion is small but I truly confess it
What little I have, it is all my own

Well, might I have enjoyed it, all in pleasure
If my cruel parents had left me alone
I will drown away sorrow in a full-flowing bumper
I'll drown away sorrow in a bottle of wine

Eight drams a bottle is, and I don't care for folly
Now never let trouble come into your mind
I will drown her away in a full-flowing bumper
I will drown away sorrow in a bottle of wine

Eight drams a bottle is, and I don't care for folly
I'll play on my fiddle and dance away time
My fingers are frozen, my bow it needs rosin
My sound-post is down and my bridge it won't stand