It's fresh I come down Sandgate Street, Dol-li, Dol-li
My best friends are here to meet, Dol-li-a
Dolly Coxon's pawned her shirt, Dol-li, Dol-li
To ride upon a baggage cart, Dol-li-a
The green cuffs have gone away, Dol-li, Dol-li
That'll be a crying day, Dol-li-a
The black cuffs are coming in, Dol-li, Dol-li
And that'll make the lasses sing, Dol-li-a
Dol-li de-dillen-dol, Dol-li, Dol-li
Dol-li de-dillen-dol, Dol-li-a
