There were three jovial Welshmen, as I have
  heard them say,
And they would go a-hunting, upon
Saint David's day.

All day they hunted and nothing could they find,
But a ship a-sailing, and that they left behind.

All the night they hunted and nothing could
they find,
But the moon a-gliding and that they
left behind.

One said it was the moon, the other he said "Nay!"
The third said it was cheese with half o't cut away.

And all day they hunted and nothing could they find,
But a hedgehog in a bramble-bush, and that they
left behind.

The first said it was a hedgehog, the second he
said "Nay!"
The third said it was a pin-cushion with the pins stuck
the wrong way.

And all night they hunted and nothing could they find,
But an owl in a holly tree, and that they left behind.

One said it was an owl, the other he say "Nay!"
The third said it was an old man, and his beard
growing grey.