With a star on his breast like silver do shew,
And he comes a’paste-egging with his jolly crew.
Fol di-diddle dol-di-day.
IV.
The next that steps in is a lady so gay,
Who from her own country has run far away,
With the red cap and feathers that look very fine,
And all her delight is in drinking red wine.
Fol di-diddle dol-di-day.
VI.