A Catch
7. There was an old man at Walton cross, [Waltham]
Who merrily sung when he liv’d by the loss;
Hey tro-ly loly lo.
He never was heard to sigh a hey ho,
But he sent it out with Hey troly loly lo.
He chear’d up his heart,
When his goods went to wrack[,]
With a hem, boy, Hem!
And a cup of old Sack;
Sing, hey troly loly lo.