Oh, we've none coddlin',
Cod, cod, coddlin';
Oh, we've none coddlin'.
At our house at home!

Ha!--my Father has a cough--
Now--my Mother has a wheeze;
What!! my Brother has a pain
In forehead, arms, chest, back and knees.
So--we've three coddlin', &c.

How my eldest Sister aches
From her forehead to her toes!
And my second Brother's eyes
Are weeping either side his nose.
So--we've five coddlin', &c.

There's my eldest Brother down
With a pain all round his head,
Ah! I'm the only one who's up--
Oh!... Oh!... I'll go to bed!
So--we're all coddlin', &c.

As the Doctor orders Port,
Orders Burgundy, Champagne,
Good living and good drinking,
Why we none of us complain,
While we're--all coddlin',
Cod, cod, coddlin',