| "Begin," says Hall; "Ay, ay," says Mall, |
| "We'll lead up Packington's pound:" |
| "No, no," says Noll, and so says Doll, |
| "We'll first have Sellenger's round." |
| Then every man began to foot it round about, |
| And every girl did jet it, |
| Jet it, jet it in and out. |
| "You're out," says Dick; "Not I," says Nick. |
| "The Fiddler played it false;" |
| "'Tis true," says Hugh, and so says Sue, |
| And so says nimble Alice. |
| The Fiddler then began to play the tune again, |
| And every girl did trip it, |
| Trip it, trip it to the men. |
| Then after an hour, they went to a bower, |
| And played for ale and cakes, |
| And kisses too—until they were due the lasses held the stakes. |