There was a lover and his lass
Sat 'neath a spreading oak
And lest his heart should break apart
The doting lover spoke

"Come sing low, come sing high
Come change thy name to mine
And you shall eat my capon pie
And drink my Malmsey wine."

The maiden turned her head away
And answered, ill at ease
"Is it in sport you pay me court
With such low words as these?"

So, come sing low, come sing high
Come change thy name to mine
And you shall eat my capon pie
And drink my Malmsey wine."