Strike it up Tabor
Strike it up, Tabor
And pipe us a favour
Thou shalt be well paid for thy labour
I mean to spend my shoe-soul
To dance about the Maypole
I will be blithe and brisk
Leap and skip, hop and trip
Turn about in the rout
Until very weary joints can scarce frisk

Lusty Dick Hopkin
Lay on with thy napkin
The stitching cost me but a dodkin
The Morris were half undone
Were't not for Martin of Compton
O, well, said jigging Alce
Pretty Jill, stand you still
Dapper Jack means to smack
How now, fie fie fie, you dance false