Merrie sang the Birde as it finished up its feast,
The maiden she did say,
“Now, there’s one and nyne to paye
So you had better goe awaye.
Tipsy beast!”
As I sate a-drynkynge, I thought it rude, at least.
As I sate a-drynkynge, a-drynkynge, a-drynkynge.
Sleepily the Birde did its song again begin.
There came a gallant crew
Of officeres in blue,