Billy, Billy, come and play,
While the sun shines bright as day.'
" Yes, my Polly, so I will,
For I love to please you still."
" Billy, Billy, have you seen
Sam and Betsy on the green ?'
" Yes, my Poll, I saw them pass,
Skipping o'er the new-mown grass."
" Billy, Billy, come along,
And I will sing a pretty song."
" O then, Polly, I 'll make haste,
Not one moment will I waste,
But will come and hear you sing,
And my fiddle I will bring.