If pretty maids could run like hares on the mountain
They would laugh for to see the young men run a-hunting
Chorus:
Sing whack fol the diddle,
Whack fol the diddle,
Whack fol the diddle I do.
If pretty maids could fly like blackbirds and thrushes
They would laugh for to see the young men beat the bushes
Chorus:
Sing whack fol the diddle,
Whack fol the diddle,
Whack fol the diddle I do.
If pretty maids could swim like ducks on the water
They would laugh for to see the young men wobbling after
Chorus:
Sing whack fol the diddle,
Whack fol the diddle,
Whack fol the diddle I do.