Of All the Birds
Of all the birds that ever I see
The owl is the fairest in her degree
For all day long she sits in a tree
And when the night cometh away flies she
To whom drink thou?
To thee, good sir
My song is well sung and I'll sing you a vow
That he is a knave that drinketh now
Nose, nose, nose
And who gave thee thy jolly red nose?
Cinnamon and ginger, nutmeg and clove
And that gave me my jolly red nose