Come fill up your glasses and let us be merry,
For to rob bags of plunder it is our intent.

Chorus 
As we roam through the valleys
Where the lilies and the roses
And the beauty of Kashmir lay drooping his head
Then away, then away
To the caves in yonder mountain,
Where the robbers retreat

As you look around us you'll see naught of value
For our men do adore us but provide they do NOT

They are shiftless and lazy
They do not earn their keep
And so we have turned to a life of great crime.
So we sneak; and we steal; and we thieve.
Then away to the mountains,
Where we robbers retreat.

Hush, hush in the distance there's footsteps approaching
Stand, stand and deliver it is our watch cry.

We are skilled in deception.
We are strong-willed and wise.
And our quick-wits and fine forms do serve us so well.
So we plot; and we plan; and we scheme.
Then we get what we want,
And away we retreat.

Don't be fooled by our beauty or pleasing demeanor.
For we're lethal young ladies and your loot is ours now!

We would much rather pinch,
Than to earn a days wage,
So you are our victims, we take what we like.
Your coin, your jewels, your men!
Then away to the mountains,
'Til we meet again!