Rumble Ow!
For we were up as soon as any day, O!
And for to fetch the Summer home,
The Summer and the May, O!
For Summer is a-come, O!
And Winter is a-gone, O!
Where are those Spaniards,
That make so great a boast, O?
They shall eat the grey goose feather,
And we will eat the roast, O,