Come all ye young maidens, come all ye old sods
Bring your pimply faced boyfriends and glowering Dads
Bring your brothers and sisters and grandparents too
Your lunatic Aunty and drunk Uncle Lou
There'll be bonfires from Kalaloch to Portland tonight
To celebrate summer and sing out the light
All come all come - all come along
We'll strike up a quick tune to call out the boys
One to hike up your skirts to and make lots of noise
We'll play out a waltz to encourage romance
And we'll make it a slow one so the old folks can dance
All come all come - all come along
Starch up your linens or come without clothes
For no matter what covers we'll dance in our bones
Come, timid young virgins and old libertines
For it's mid-summers eve and we've come here to dream
All come all come - all come along
Leave off your prayin' and leave off your hate
For there are none of us sinners and none of saints
We'll feast and we'll dance and we'll stay up too late
And if the Reaper comes knockin' he'll just have to wait!
All come all come - all come along
There'll be bonfires from Kalaloch to Portland tonight...