Come lasses and lads

Come lasses and lads, get leave of your dads

And away to the maypole hie

For every fair has a sweetheart there

And the fiddler's standing by

For Willy shall dance with Jane

And Johnny has got his Joan

To trip it, trip it, trip it, trip it

Trip it up and down.

"You're out!" says Dick. "Not I!" says Nick

"'Twas the fiddler played it wrong."

"'Tis true!" says Hugh, and so says Sue

And so says everyone.

The fiddler then began

To play the tune again

And every girl did trip, trip it,

trip it to the men.

"Goodnight!" says Harry. "Goodnight!" says Mary

"Goodnight!" says Paul to John

"Goodnight!" says Sue to her sweetheart, Hugh

"Goodnight!" says everyone.

Some walked and some did run

Some loitered on the way

And bound themselves, by kisses twelve,

to meet the next holiday.