Maddy Prior Of All The Birds
Of all the birds that ever I see,
the owl is the fairest in her degree.
For all the day long she sits in a tree,
and when the night comes, away flies she.
Te whit, te whow, to whom drinks thou?
Sir Knave, to thee.
This song is well sung, I make you a vow,
and he is a knave that drinketh now.
Nose, nose, nose, nose,
and who gave thee that jolly red nose? /
and who gave me my jolly red nose?
Cinnamon and ginger, nutmegs and cloves,
and that gave me my jolly red nose.
