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;