Motley Words

Now since we’ve met lets merry merry be,
In spite of all our foes.
And he that will not merry merry be,
We’ll pull him by the nose.

Let him be merry, merry merry there,
While we’re all merry merry here,
For who can know where he shall go,
To be merry another year, brave boys, 
To be merry another year.

And he that will not merry merry be,
With a generous bowl and a toast.
Let him in Bridewell be shut up,
and tied there to a post.

And he that will not merry merry be,
and take his glass in course.
May he be obliged to drink small beer,
and ne’re have a penny in his purse.

And he that will not merry merry be
In the company of jolly boys,
Let him be cursed with a scolding wife,
and be confounded by her noise.

And he that will not merry merry be,
With a sweetheart by his side.
Let him be layed in a cold churchyard,
With a head-stone for a bride.

Chorus
All repeat first verse
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