Click, clack, dance clogs
and let the canons explode.
Click, clack, dance clogs
and let the reed-pipes sing out.

But how is one to call the tune
when the pretty girls are not here

Let us seek the girls
surely we won't go without

Well, good-day, lords and ladies
will you give us the pretty girl there?

Girls are made for housework
and to look after the home

Yes, but to get married
you need to have boys

You did not do things any differently,
you sir and you, madam

Then you can go to the devil
and good riddance

Ah, sir and you too, madam
Let us embrace and have done.