If you want your child to grow, give'em a jar of porter When I was young in cradle cake, no drop of milk no would I take Daddy gave me heady steak, gimme a jar of porter When I'm dead an' in my grave, I hope a prayer for me you'll say and as you passes by the tule, give me a jar of porter And when I reach the golden gate, I hope I'll not a long to wait I'll call St. Peter sad and say : "Give me a jar of porter"