Malachi's Song

Some has breeches and some has beer, And a pipe for to fill their jaw, O. But look about and you'll find us here, A-sleeping in the straw, O.

Some has apples and some has cakes, And ale for to sup if able, But we'll lie hid till the mavish wakes A-sleeping in the stable.

Some has fardens and some has pence, And a shillin' to pay the law, O. And some they hasn't a grain o' sense, A-kissin' in the straw, O.

Some they takes their 'ysters cooked, And some they takes them raw, O. And I can't work for the way you looked, A-smiling in the straw, O.

Some they're churched and some they're hung, And some says grace at table, And some they're nothing but fools and young, A-kissing in the stable.