Tetbury Mop

You young men and maidens, come listen to me,
I'll tell you a sight you never did see!
Oh, helter skelter, off you trot,
On the road to Tetbury Mop.

Oh, Michaelmas was drawing round,
And we poor slaves drawn off the ground;
There's many a farmer I'll be bound,
Will try to pull your wages down.

They'll say they cannot sell their grain,
To get the wages down again;
But of these men if you remark,
There's good and bad of every sort.

Now, when you come into the Mop,
There's fine fat sheep in every spot;
There's pigs upon crutches without any legs,
And two or three turkeys keep laying of eggs.

There's old Farmer Waddle, so stout and so fat,
The nasty old rats ate the brim of his hat;
He's a nice little wife, as smart as a queen,
She has two wooden legs and a hooped crinoline.

The dames of the town get up for a spree,
They all get as lushy, as lushy could be;
They met an old smudge, and made him so drunk,
That he went for to light his short pipe at the pump.