From Warkworth’s hoary Hermitage, to dreary Lanthernside.
He’ll reign, he’ll reign,
Without despotic sway;
Therefore ye lads of Lanthernside,
His dictates all obey.
Come all ye wanton wenches, with speed unto him haste,
For, tho’ as lewd as Lais, he’ll teach you to be chaste.
Your game, your game,
He will preserve your game!
For well in that particular,