Now the maids and the men are making
of hay,
We've left the dull fools and are stolen away.
Then Mopsa, no more
Be coy as before,
But let's merrily, merrily play
And kiss and kiss the sweet time away.

Why, how now Sir Clown, what makes
you so bold?
I'd have ye to know I'm not made of
that mold.
I tell you again, again and again:
Maids must never kiss no men.
No, no, no, no, no, no kissing at all
I'll not kiss til I kiss you for good and all.

Not kiss you at all?

No, no, no, no, no.

Why no, no, no, no?

I'll not kiss, til I kiss you for good and all.

Should you give me a score
Twould not lessen your store,
Then bid me cheerfully kiss
And take my fill of your bliss.

I'll not trust you so far, I know you too well
Should I give you an inch you'd soon take
an ell.
Then lordlike you rule, and laugh at the fool.

So small a request,
You must not, you cannot,
you shall not deny,
Nor will I admit of another reply.

Nay, what do you mean? Oh, fie, fie, fie, fie!

You must not, you cannot,
you shall not deny.