Cordially, cordially,
Fiddlesticks, fiddlesticks!
Just act your pleasure, sir.
Sometimes he was singing to Jemmy the farmer,
And then to Miss Alice, and trying to charm her;
Next moment he’d light on the top of a thistle,
And either be singing or trying to whistle:
Miss Alice, Miss Alice! it will give me much pleasure
To sing you a sonnet while I am at leisure.
I will sing you a good one, and very explicit,