And pies and buns the pie-man makes,
And when we are through we ask yet for more,
While we dance on the baker’s clean wood floor.
Then we run as fast as we can,
And leave this jolly baker man,
While to the oven he hurries along,
All the time merrily singing his song.
Solo.
If a body meet a body, coming to my fire,
If a body greet a body, why should I have ire? etc.