He fills it with quince and raspberry jam.
This way the pie-man carries bread,
Holding the board on top of his head;
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.
Chorus.
This is the way we eat the cakes,