Of all the brave birds

 

Verse 1

Of all the brave birds I ever did see,
The owl is the fairest in every degree,
For all day long he sits on the tree,
And when the night comes away flies he.

Chorus

Cinnamon and ginger, nutmeg and cloves,
And who gave thee that jolly red nose?
Nose, nose, nose, nose;
And who gave thee that jolly red nose?

Verse 2

Tu whit, tu whoo. To whom drinkest thou?
The song is well sung,
I'll make thee a vow,
And he's a knave that drinketh now.

Chorus

Cinnamon and ginger, nutmeg and cloves,
They gave me that jolly red nose;
Nose, nose, nose, nose;
They gave me that jolly red nose.