If a body meet a body, coming to my fire,
If a body greet a body, why should I have ire?
All the lassies and the laddies
Come to me and buy
Buns and bread and muffins sweet,
And all my jelly pie.
Chorus.
This is the way the pie-man takes
The roller to smooth the crust he makes;
Then putting the crust in a bright tin pan.