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