Billy, Billy

BILLY, Billy, come and play,
While the sun shines bright as day.”

“Yes, my Polly, so I will,
For I love to please you still.”

“Billy, Billy, have you seen
Sam and Betsy on the green?”

“Yes, my Poll, I saw them pass,
Skipping o’er the new-mown grass.”

“Billy, Billy, come along,
And I will sing a pretty song.”

“O then, Polly, I’ll make haste,
Not one moment will I waste,

But will come and hear you sing,
And my fiddle I will bring.”