Hoyda, hoyda, jolly rutterkin.
Hoyda, hoyda! Like a rutterkin.

Rutterkin is come unto our town,
In a cloak without coat or gown,
Save a ragged hood to cover his crown.

Rutterkin can speak none English.
His tongue runneth all on buttered fish
Besmeared with grease about his dish.

Rutterkin shall bring you all good luck,
A stoup of beer up at a pluck,
Till his brain be as wise as a duck.

When Rutterkin from board will rise,
He will piss a gallon-pot full at twice,
And the over plus under the table of the new guise.