GOOD NIGHT , we'd best be jogging on,
The moon's been up a while,
We've got to get to Bonnington,
Nigh seven mile.

But the marsh ain'd so lone if you've heered a good song,
And you hum it aloud as you cater along,
Nor the stiles half so high, nor the pack so like lead,
If you've heered a good tale an' it runs in your head.

So, come, we'd best be jogging on,
The moon will give us light,
We've got to get to Bonnington,
To sleep to-night.