Boys and girls come out to play
the moon doth shine as bright as day.
Leave your supper and leave your sleep
and join your playfellows in the street.
Come with a whoop and come with a call,
come with a good will or not at all.
Up the ladder and down the wall,
a half-penny loaf will serve us all;
you find milk and I'll find flour,
and we'll have pudding in half an hour.
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