The Master and Mistress that sit by the fire,
Put your hand in your pocket, that’s all we desire;
Put your hand in your pocket, and pull out your purse,
And give us a trifle—you’ll ne’er be any worse.
Fol di-diddle dol-di-day.
VII.
Some eggs and strong bacon we’ll never deny,
For the eggs we can suck while the bacon doth fry.
Now all ye young lasses, just mind what ye are about,
If you give nought, we’ll take nought, so we’ll bid you good night.