Here's two or three jolly lads, all in one mind,
We've comed a-pace-egging, and I hope you'll prove kind.
And I hope you'll prove kind with your eggs and strong beer
For we'll no more come nigh you until the next year.
Fol-de-rol-de-ray, fol-de-ray, fol-fe-riddle,addle-i-o
The next that comes in is Lord Nelson, you'll see,
With a bunch of blue ribbons tied down to his knee;
And a star on his breast that like silver doth shine -
And I hope you'll remember it's peace-egging time.
O, the next that comes in is a jolly Jack Tar,
He sailed with Lord Nelson a-during last war;
He's arrived from the sea old England to view,
And he's comed a-pace-egging with out jovial crew.
O the next that comes in is Lord Collingwood,
He fought with Lord Nelson till he shed his blood;
He fought with Lord Nelson through sorrow and woe -
And I hope you'll reward u before we do go.
O the next that comes in is old Tosspot you see,
He's a valiant old man in every degree;
He's a valiant old man, and he wears a pig-tail,
But all his delight is in drinking mulled ale.
Then in comes old misor, all with her brown bags
For fear of her money she wears her old rags.
So mind what you're doing and see that all's right;
If you give nought, we'll take nought, farewell and good night.
Come ladies and gentlemen that sits by the fire,
Put your hand in your pocket, that's all our desire;
Put your hand in your pocket and pull out your purse,
And give us a trifle, you'll not be much worse.
Lucy Broadwood and J A Fuller Maitland. 1893, English County Songs
, Leadenhall Press, London
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Lancashire Peace Egging Song (2)