Roister Doister

I mun be married a Sunday,

Whosoever shall come that way,

I mun be married a Sunday.

Roister Doister is my name,

A lusty brute I am the same,

I mun be married a Sunday.

Christian Custance have I found,

A widow worth a thousand pound,

I mun be married a Sunday.

Custance is as sweet as honey,

I her lamb and she my coney;

I mun be married a Sunday.

When we shall make our wedding feast,

There shall be cheer for man and beast;

I mun be married a Sunday.