They called their Hostess to know what's to pay,
Without ever, &c.
There's Thirty good shillings, and Six pence, she cry'd,
With a hey down, &c.
They told her that she should be soon satisfy'd,
Without ever, &c.
The Handsomest Man of the three up he got;
With a hey down, ho down, Lanktre down derry,
He laid her on her Back, and paid her the shot,
Without ever a Stiver of Money.