Of All Jolly Pastimes good fellows do use
Bull-baiting is best, I like it to choose
Of All Jolly Pastimes good fellows do use
Bull-baiting is best, I like it to choose
And here cometh my dog (and here cometh my dog)
And hold thy own my dog (and hold thy own my dog)
And then they cry bow-wow, and then they cry bow-wow
And this is baiting of the bull
A sport that plays it to the full
Who likes it not let him go fetch
And seek his game at Coleman Hetch
And this is baiting of the bull
A sport that plays it to the full
Who likes it not let him go fetch
And seek his game at Coleman Hetch
Of all jolly pastimes me seemeth the best
Is wooing a wench to ruffle her nest
Of all jolly pastimes me seemeth the best
Is wooing a wench to ruffle her nest
With tears and with sighing
The sooner for dying
The sooner for dying
With tears and with sighing
The cuckold cries "cuckoo", the cuckold cries "cuckoo"
And this is wooing of a maid,
A sport that may not be your trade
Who likes it not will die but once
For all I care, let my blade blunt
And this is wooing of a maid,
A sport that may not be your trade
Who likes it not will die but once
For all I care, let my blade blunt
And after all pastimes to bring us good cheer
I turn then to drinking good ale and strong beer
And after all pastimes to bring us good cheer
We turn then to drinking good ale and strong beer
A health to the butler, the scullion and sutler,
My pot ever filling, and n'er a drop spilling
The drunkard cries "Rival!" the drunkard cries "Rival!"
And this is draining of the can
A sport that pleaseth every man
Who likes it not hath wits awry
I'll drink his share while he goes dry
And this is draining of the can
A sport that pleaseth every man
Who like it not hath wits awry
I'll drink until the world's awry