Round about, little ones, quick, quick and nimble;
In and out, wheel about, run, hop, or amble.
Join your hands lovingly; well done, musician!
Mirth keepeth man in health, like a physician.
Elves, urchins, goblins all, and little fairies
That do filch, black and pinch maids of the dairies—
Make a ring on this grass with your quick measures:
Tom shall play, and I 'll sing, for all your pleasures.

Pinch and Patch, Gull and Grim, go you together,
For you can change your shapes like to the weather;
Sib and Tib, Lick and Lull, you all have tricks too,
Little Tom Thumb that pipes shall go betwixt you.
Tom, tickle up thy pipes, till they be weary,
I will laugh, ho, ho, ho! and make me merry.
Make a ring on this grass with your quick measures:
Tom shall play, I will sing, for all your pleasures.

The moon shines fair and bright, and the owl hollos;
Mortals now take their rests upon their pillows:
The bat 's abroad likewise, and the night raven
Which doth use for to call men to death's haven.
Now the mice peep abroad, and the cats take them:
Now do young wenches sleep till their dreams wake them.
Make a ring on the grass with your quick measures:
Tom shall play, I will sing, for all your pleasures.