Boys and girls come out to play,

The moon does shine as bright as day.

Leave your supper and leave your sleep,

And join your friends out in the street.

Come with a whoop and come with a call,

Come with good will or not at all.

Up the ladder and down the wall,

A half-penny loaf will serve us all;

You find milk and I?ll find flour,

And we?ll have a pudding in half-an-hour.