Frederick Warne & Co. Ltd.
London
Come Lasses and Lads, get leave of your Dads,
And away to the May-pole hey:
For every he
Has got him a she,
with a minstrel standing by.
For Willy has gotten his Jill, |
And Johnny has got his Jone, |
To jigg it, jigg it, jigg it, jigg it, |
Jigg it up and down. |
"Strike up," says Watt; "Agreed," says Kate, |
"And I prithee, Fiddler, play;" |
"Content," says Hodge, and so says Madge, |
For this is a Holiday! |
Then every man did put his hat off to his lass, |
And every girl did curchy, curchy, curchy on the grass. |