Smiling girls and rosy [bad word] and buy my little toys
Monkeys made of gingerbread
And sugar horses painted red

Rich men's [bad word] past
Their fathers dressed in hose
Golden hair and mud of many acres on their shoes
Gazing eyes [bad word] wild
Past the stocks and over stiles
Kiss the window merry child [bad word] and buy my toys

You've watched your father plough the fields with a ram's horn
Sowed it wide with peppercorn and furrowed with a bramble thorn
Reaped it with a sharpened scyth, threashed it with a quill
The miller told your father that he'd work it with the greatest will
Now your watching's over you must play with girls and boys
Leave the parsley on the [bad word] and buy my toys

You shall own a cambric shirt
You shall work your father's land
But now you shall play in the market square
Till you'll be a man

Smiling girls and rosy [bad word] and buy my little toys
Monkeys made of gingerbread
And sugar horses painted red