By an anonymous poet, 16th Century
Let The Bells Ring
Let the bells ring, and let the boys sing,
The young lasses skip and play,
Let the cups go round, till round goes the ground,
Our learned old vicar will stay.
Let the pig turn merrily merrily ah,
And let the fat goose swim,
For verily, verily, verily, ah,
Our vicar this day shall be trim.
The stewed cock shall crow, cock-a-loodle-loo,
A loud cock-a-loodle shall he crow;
The duck and the drake, shall swim in a loake
Of onions and claret below.
Our wives shall be neat, to bring in our meat;
To thee our most noble adviser,
Our pains shall be great, and bottles sweat,
And we our selves will be wiser.
We'll labour and swink, we'll kiss and we'll drink,
And tithes shall come thicker and thicker;
We'll fall to our plow, and get children enough,
And thou shalt be learned old vicar.