When returning from sea, I'm longing to see
A beautiful face so fine
And I crave to partake of the finest of steaks
And drink the sweetest of wines

Where the music is beautiful and the barkeeps are dutiful
And the women are oh so fair
You'll not find a gatherin' in the Cock and Bull taver(i)n
'Cause we ain't got none of that there

Chorus:
Hup! Hup! Oh!
Oh, the Bulls is not much to look at
A broken-down pub, we confess
The music is rough and the women are tough
But, oh Lord, the beer is the best

Not one friendly face you find in that place
A pub for the hard drinkin' man
The inside is rank and the outside is dank
And we go there as oft as we can

Good folk won't go near it and constables fear it
Though we cherish her halls without doubt
No power could stay us or dare to delay us
From drinking her godblessed stout!
Chorus

When the thirst of the ages inside of us rages
Our gullets are dry as sand
We follow the route to the brew that's without
Compare in all of the land

No matter the crop, oul' barley or hop
What comes from her kegs is quite sound
To he that says "Fie it!" I say he should try it
'Fore his wife puts him in the ground

Chorus

Jesus Christ had a gift that did always uplift:
Turning water to wine for his flock
Ah, but I bet hard cash that with water and mash
His touch, it would ail at the Cock

The Bible has said that Christ only made red
But here you find amber and brown
'Tis not sacrilegious, for we gives a fifth of this
Brew to the clergy in town

Chorus
Oh, the Bulls is not much to look at
A decrepit old pub, there's no worse
The patrons are wary, the women are scary
But they have the best beer on this earth