Bill o' Sheepsheawter's;
Robin o'th Dree
Rondle o' Scouter's
Twilter, an' me;
We made Mally Grime's
Owd kitchen roof ring,
One merry yule-time,
When met for to sing!
Tooral-loo; falder-day

Rondle sang counter;
Robin sang bass;
Twitter sang o' maks
O' comical ways;
Th' tenor wur fine,—
Bill took it up well;
An' th' treble wur mine,—
I sang it my sel'!
Tooral-loo; falder-day!

Th' first wur a psalm;
An' th' next wur a sung;
An' then we sang glees,
Till th' rack-an'-hook rung;
An' merry owd Mall
Chime't in, like a brid,
As hoo tinkle't to th' tune,
Upon' th' owd kettle lid.
Tooral-loo; falder-day!

'Stop, an rosin!' cried Bill,
'It's gettin' hee time!'
'Weet yor whistles!' said Mall,
'It sweetens the chime!'
'A tot a-piece bring!'
Cried Rondle, 'an' then,
Like layrocks o'th wing,
We'n tootle again!'
Tooral-loo; falder-day!

We twitter't an' sang
Till midneet wur gone;
We caper't off whoam,
Bi th' leet o' the moon;
As we wandered o'er th' moss,
Bil lap shoolder-hee;
An', 'I'm fain that I'm wick!'
Cried Robin o'th Dree.
Tooral-loo; falder-day!