Winster Wakes Winster Wakes there's ale and cakes Allton Wakes there's trenchers Birchouer Wakes there's knives and forks Sheldon Wakes there's wenches This is it and that is it And this is a morris dance, sir Me father fell and broke his leg And so I took a chance, sir I dunna know, you dunna know What fun we had in Bamton Piece of beef and an old cow's head And pudding baked in a lantern My new shoone they were so good I could dance the morris if I would And if in a hat and coat be dressed I'll dance the morris with the best Morris dance is a pretty tune Lads and lasses plenty Every lad shall have his lass And I'll have four and twenty A toast let's call to one and all And new ones we're befriending There's none so dear as them right here And a song that's near ending Trad. adapted and recently remembered by MPW JY
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