Boys and girls come out to play, The moon does shine as bright as day; Come with a hoop, and come with a call, Come with a good will or not at all. Loose your supper, and loose your sleep, Come to your playfellows in the street; Up the ladder and down the wall. A halfpenny loaf will serve us all. But when the loaf is gone, what will you do? Those who would eat must work—‘tis true.
