There livèd once a plan-ti-er
With his son, his only love,
To whom, upon his birth-day,
A brand new ax he guv.
This farmer had a gar-di-ing,
All filled with apple trees,
Which, for the city mar-ki-et,
He trièd for to reeze.
The son he takes the hatch-i-et,
Quite jolly and jocund,