She.
 "Aye sure thou art dear Taffy Morgan,"
He.
 'And thou art my sweet Nell Gwynn;'
She.
 "Since both are agreed, it's a bargain,"
He.
 'And they, Nell, may laugh that win.'
She.
 "Then send for Harper Jenkin,"
He.
 'Each string shall ring some note we love,'
She.
 "The Rising Sun, or the Oaken Grove,"
He.
 'Or the Noble Race of Shenkin.'
Both.
 The Rising Sun, or the Oaken Grove,
 Or the Noble Race of Shenkin.
She.
 "Our days shall be all a bright summer,"
He.
 'When summer days come about;'
She.
 "With ale I'll fill you a rummer,"
He.
 'And I, Nell, will drink it out.'
She.
 "You think I'm idly boasting;"
He.
 'Mayhap these summer days may tire,'
She.
 "Then blithe we'll sit by the winter fire,"
He.
 'And sing while our cheese is toasting.'
Both.
 Then blithe we'll sit by the winter fire,
 And sing while our cheese is toasting.