Girls and boys 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 good will or not at all,
Up the ladder and down the wall,
A ha-penny load will serve us all;
You find milk, and I'll find flour,
And we'll have a pudding in half an hour.

Singing through the forest,
Rattling over ridges,
Shooting under arches,
Running over bridges,
Whizzing through the mountains,
Buzzing o'er the vale,

Bless me! this is pleasant
A-riding on a rail.
Singing through the mountains,
Buzzing o'er the vale
Bless me! this is pleasant
A-riding on  a rail.