The Owl

Of all the brave birds that ever I see,
The Owl is the fairest in her degree.
For all the day long she sits in a tree,
And when the night comes, away flies she.
To whit, to whoo, to whom drinks Thou?
(A Knave, to Thee)
This song is well sung, I'll make you a vow,
And he is a Knave that drinketh now.
Nose, nose, nose, nose;
And who gave thee that jolly red nose?
Cinnamon and ginger, nutmeg and cloves,
And that gave me this jolly red nose.