Trip upon trenchers

Trip upon trenchers, And dance upon dishes, My mother sent me for some bawn, some bawn: She bid me tread lightly, And come again quikly, For fear the young men, should do me some harm. Yet did'nt you see; Yet did'nt you see, What naughty tricks they put upon me, They broke my pitcher, And spilt the water, And huffed my mother, And chid her daughter, And kiss'd my sister instead of me.