Montague Pace-Egging Song

(trad. English, adapted by Will Quale)

	Here's one two three villagers all in one mind
	We are come a-pace-egging and I hope you'll prove kind
	And I hope you'll prove kind with your eggs and strong beer
	For we'll come no more nigh you until the next year

The first that comes in is Ginsburg the Just
Through all of this chaos, in her we can trust
With a collar of lace that like silver doth shine
And I hope she remembers it's pace-egging time

	Here's one two three villagers ...
	
The next that comes in will not fail to impress
Her name is Elizabeth, she persists nevertheless
She is valiant and true, she knows every detail
And all her delight is a-drinking mulled ale

	Here's one two three villagers ...
	
And the last that comes in is Anthony Fauc-
-i who speaks truth to power, whose words we can vouch
for. Long may the good doctor remain hearty and hale
And all his delight is a-drinking mulled ale

	Here's one two three villagers ...
	
Come villagers all and sit by the fire
Put your hands in your pockets and give us our desire
Put your hands in your pockets and treat us all right
If you give naught, we'll take naught, farewell and good night

	Here's one two three villagers ...
	
If you can drink one glass, then we can drink two
Here's a health to old Montague, the same unto you
Mind what you're doing and see that all's right
And sing through the hard times, from morning 'til night

	Here's one two three jolly lads ...

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