With bells on legs, and napkins clean unto your shoulders ty'd,
With scarfs and garters as you please, and Hey for our town! cry'd.
March out and show your willing minds, by twenty and by twenty,
To Hogsdon, or to Newington, where ale and cakes are plenty.
And let it ne'er be said for shame, that we the youths of London,
Lay thrumming of our caps at home, and left our custom undone.
Up then I say, both young and old, both man and maid a-maying,
With drums and guns that bounce aloud, and merry tabor playing.
Which to prolong, God save our king, and send his country peace,
And root out treason from the land; and so, my friends, I cease.