Ho! Ho! Ho! to the bottle I go To heal my heart and drown my woe. Rain may fall and wind may blow, And many miles be still to go, Ho! Ho! Ho! But under a tall tree I will lie, And let the clouds go sailing by. Ho! Ho! Ho!
Ho! Ho! Ho! to the bottle I go To heal my heart and drown my woe. Rain may fall and wind may blow, And many miles be still to go, Ho! Ho! Ho! But under a tall tree I will lie, And let the clouds go sailing by. Ho! Ho! Ho!