Boys will be boys and girls be girls
for Godde hath willed it soe;
Thy dochter Tib hath goodly curles—
my Toms none fole, I trom.
His evening chores ben all to-done,
and she hath fed the pigges,
and now the village green upon
they daunce and sing their jigges.
His squeaking crowd the fiddler plies,
And Tom and Tib can see