We are the two Rochdale Mashers,
We often go out on the "mash",
We wear no tall hats, and no shirts to our backs,
And its seldom we have any cash.
We always bring out the new fashions,
While others, they stick to the old,
And though we are just twenty-seven,
We are handsome, stout-hearted, and bold.
And we'll sing "Tra-la-la", as we walk down the street,
For style and perfection, we ne'er can be beat,
All the ladies declare that we are a treat,
We're the two Rochdale Mashers, from off Yorkshire Street.
And we'll dance, and we'll sing, and we don't give a jot, we're a jolly fine lot,
We're alright, when we're tight, and we're jolly fine company.
Last Saturday we were invited,
To the "Roebuck" by two ladies fair,
Their cheeks were in bloom, like the roses in June,
As we danced with that beautiful pair;
There was dancing and singing till midnight,
We had whisky, tobacco, and rum,
And after the dancing was over, with the ladies we had lots of fun.
For we'll sing "Tra-la-la" as we walk down the street,
For style and perfection, we ne'er can be beat,
All the ladies declare that we are a treat,
We're the two Rochdale Mashers from off Yorkshire Street.
And we'll dance, and we'll sing, and we don't give a jot, we're a jolly fine lot,
We're alright, when we're tight, and we're jolly fine company.