If pretty maids could run like hares on the mountain
They would laugh for to see the young men run a-hunting

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

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

Sing whack fol the diddle,
Whack fol the diddle,
Whack fol the diddle I do.