WHEN icicles hang by the wall,

And Dick the shepherd blows his nail,

And Tom bears logs into the hall,

And milk comes frozen home in pail, When blood is nipp'd, and ways be foul, Then nightly sings the staring owl, To-who;

Tu-whit, to-who, a merry note,

While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.

II.

When all aloud the wind doth blow,

And coughing drowns the parson's saw, And birds sit brooding in the snow,

And Marian's nose looks red and raw; When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl, Then nightly sings the staring owl, To-who;

Tu-whit, to-who, a merry note,

While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.

LAWN as white as driven snow;
Cypress black as e'er was crow
Gloves as sweet as damask roses;
Masks for faces and for noses;
Bugle-bracelet, necklace-amber,
Perfume for a lady's chamber;
Golden quoifs and stomachers,
For my lads to give their dears;
Pins and poking-sticks of steel;

What maids lack from head to heel;

Come, buy of me, come; come buy, come buy ;

Buy, lads, or else your lasses cry: come, buy.