Come lasses and lads,
Take leave of your dads,
And away to the Maypole hey;
For every he
Has got him a she
With a minstrel standing by;
For Willy has gotten his Jill,
And Jenny has got his Jone,
To jig it, jig it, jig it, jig it,
Jig it up and down.

Strike up, says Wat,
Agreed, says Kate,
And I prithee, Fiddler, play,
Content, says Hodge,
And so, says Madge,
For this is a holiday,
For every man did put
His hat off to his lass,
And every girl did curchy,
Curchy, curchy on the grass.

Begin, says Hall,
Aye, aye, says Mall,
We'll lead up Packington's Pound;
No, no, says Noll,
And so, says Doll,
We'll first have Sellinger's Round;
Then every man began to foot it round about,
And every girl did jet it, jet it, jet it in and out.

Y'are out, says Dick,
'Tis a lie, says Nick,
The Fiddler played it false;
'Tis true, says Hugh,
And so, says Sue,
And so, says nimble Alice;
The Fiddler then began to play the tune agen,
And every girl did trip it, trip it, trip it, to the men.

Let's kiss, says Jane,
Content, says Nan,
And so says every she;
How many, says Batt,
Why three, says Matt,
For that's a maiden's fee;
But they instead of three did give 'em half a score,
And they in kindness gave 'em, gave 'em, gave 'em as many more.

Then after an hour
They went to a bower
And played for ale and cakes,
And kisses too
Until they were due,
The lasses held the stakes.
The girls did then begin to quarrel with the men,
And bid 'em take their kisses back, and give 'em their own agen.

Yet there they sate,
Until it was late
And tired the Fiddler quite,
With singing and playing,
Without any paying
From morning until night.
They told the Fiddler then they'd pay him for his play,
And each a 2 pence, 2 pence, 2 pence gave him and went away.