Of all the birds that ever I see, the Owl is the fairest in her degree, For all the day long she sits in a tree, and when the night comes, away flies she.
Te whit, te who, to whom drinks thou? Sir knave to thou, This song is well sung, I make you a vow, and he is a knave that drinketh now.
Nose, nose, nose, and who gave mee that jolly red nose? Cinamon, Ginger, Nutmeg, and cloves, and that gave thee thy jolly red nose.