The Cheaters Cheated: X. Upon a Summers Day

Tune: Upon a Summers Day

Wat on his way back home

Wat: Ch’ave overcome my voes,

And Watty now is vree,

It is no zin to couzen [cheat] those,

That would have cheated me!

Had che but met with one,

Che had not been o’remaster’d—

Ich che wonder what they thought upon,

When they did vind the bastard!

Did ever vellow vinde

Zuch zimple zots as these—

To leave my fifty pounds behinde,

And steal my bread and cheese!

Theise zitty theeves are fool’d

That meant to do me hurt

The meazles could not vind my gold,

Che knittne in my zhurt!

Ich che cannot chuse but zmile,

That men who can talk Lattin,

Zhould be zuch fools to take a child

Vor velvet, zilk and zatten!

But pride will have a vall,

The proverb zaith as much …

Now, how do you, my Measters all,

Ich cham come to laugh a touch!

All: God bless my Lady Zhreeve

And all that noble pack,

Ch’am almost dead with grief

Che want a cup of zack.

God zave my Master too,

And zend him to live long,

Vayth, now ch’a nothing else to do,

Chill zing a merry zong.

[the original Jig ends with A Song on the Twelve Companies]