T’was on the Friday eveningAnd the rain was pouring downI found a little mountain hutNot very far from townThe boys were by the firesideThey were without a doubtAnd every time the billy boiledThey started in to shout
Throw another log on the fireAnd have another brew,We’ll have another brew me boys,We’ll have another brew.So when you’re feeling wearyAnd there’s nothing else to do,Just throw another log on the fireAnd have another brew.
So I came knocking at the doorAnd said t’was my desire,To rest my weary body For a while beside their fireThey asked me in to sit with themAnd spend a merry nightAnd every time the billy boiled,They sang with all their might!
Throw another log on the fire, etc…
So when you’re in the mountainsAnd the rain is pouring down,You’re welcome in that little hutNot very far from town,They’ll ask you in to sit with themBeside the fire bright,And every time the billy boils,Just shout with all your might!