Jockey thine horn pipes dull

Jockey, thine horn pipes dull give wind man at full, fie upon such a sad gul, like an hoody doody, all too moody toodle, toodle, pipe it up thicker, ile tread it the quicker: Darite growes so grave, I may not her have: In a round when I do crave, with hoop sir hoy day, O you hurt me toodle, toodle, pipe it up thicker, ile tread it the quicker: Then if the chance to glance in, Give us two roome to dance in like an hoody doody, all too moody