In the days when we went gypsying
A long time ago;
The lads and lassies in their best
Were dress'd from top to toe.
Sport, that wrinkled Care derides,
And Laughter holding both his sides.
Come and trip it as ye go,
On the light fantastic toe.
Eye of newt and toe of frog,
Wool of bat and tongue of dog.
The age is grown so picked that the toe of the peasant comes so near the heel of the courtier, he galls his kibe.