The owl is the strangest in every degree,
For all the long day she sits in a tree,
And when the night comes, away flies she,
To whit-to-whoo.
To whom drinkest thou? Sir Noodles, to you.
This song is well sung, I make you a vow,
And he is a knave that aileth now.
Nose, nose, and who gave thee that jolly red nose?
Cinnamon and ginger, nutmeg and cloves,
And they gave me my jolly red nose.