And away to the May-pole hey:
For every he
Has got him a she,
with a minstrel standing by.
| For Willy has gotten his Jill, |
| And Johnny has got his Jone, |
| To jigg it, jigg it, jigg it, jigg it, |
| Jigg it up and down. |
| "Strike up," says Watt; "Agreed," says Kate, |
| "And I prithee, Fiddler, play;" |
| "Content," says Hodge, and so says Madge, |
| For this is a Holiday! |
| Then every man did put his hat off to his lass, |
| And every girl did curchy, curchy, curchy on the grass. |
