Ring, dilly dilly,—Sing, dilly dilly,—

Spring is here,

And the lambs are safe in their pen, O;

With a ren, O; and a fen, O;

And a den, den, den, O;

Sing, dilly dilly.

Comrade virgins clad in green

Quaff the nimble air;

Each one, if her mate’s unseen,

Is the fairest fair;