Listen to me and you shall hear New hath not been this thousand year Since Herod, Caesar and many more You never heard the like before Holy-days are despis'd New fashions are devis'd Old Christmas is kicked out of Town Yet let's be content and the times lament You see the world turned upside down Command is giv'n, we must obey And quite forget Old Christmas Day; k** a thousand men, or a town regain We will give thanks and praise amain The wine pot shall clink We will feast and drink And then strange motions will abound Yet let's be content and the times lament You see the world turned upside down Our Lords and Knights and Gentry too Do mean old fashions to forego: They set a Porter at the gate That none must enter in thereat They count it a sin When poor people come in Hospitality itself is drowned Yet let's be content and the times lament You see the world turned upside down The Serving Men do sit and whine And think it long ere dinner time; The Butler's still out of the way Or else my Lady keeps the key; The poor old Cook In the larder doth look Where is no goodess to be found Yet let's be content and the times lament You see the world turned upside down To conclude, I'll tell you news that's right: Christmas was k**ed at Nasbie fight; Charity was slain at that same time Jack Tell-Troth too, a friend of mine Likewise then did die Roast beef and shred pie; Pig, goos and capon no quarter found Yet let's be content and the times lament You see the world turned upside down