Played the fiddle on the lea.

Oh, and the moon was wan and bright,

(Hey-de-diddle and hey-de-dee!)

The Cow she looked nor left nor right,

But took it straight at a jump, pardie!

The hound did laugh to see this thing,

(Hey-de-diddle and hey-de-dee!)

As it was parlous wantoning,

(Ah, good my gentles, laugh not ye,)

And underneath a dreesome moon