Singing hey, ho! ’ot pies, all ’ot!
Vun night he was kickin’ his ’eels at his stand
Ven who should come up but a lady all grand,
Vith a dress all of satin, and rings on her ’and,
And she asts for a pie
Did this lady, oh my!
Let us cry.
Singing hey, ho! ’ot pies, all ’ot!
“Now, our friend was genteel, as all piemen should be,
Singing hey, ho! ’ot pies, all ’ot!