Robin he married a wife in the West,

a
Robin he married a wife in the West,
Moppety, moppety, mono,
And she turned out to be none of the best,
With a high jih, jiggety, tops and petticoats,
Robin-a-Thrush cries `Mono!'

b
When she rises she gets up in haste,
Moppety, moppety, mono,
And flies to the cupboard before she is laced,
With a high jih, jiggety, tops and petticoats,
Robin-a-Thrush cries `Mono!'

c
She milks her cows but once a week.
Moppety, moppety, mono,
And that's what makes her butter so sweet,
With a high jih, jiggety, tops and petticoats,
Robin-a-Thrush cries `Mono!'

d
When she churns she churns in a boot,
Moppety, moppety, mono,
And instead of a cruddle she puts in her foot,
With a high jih, jiggety, tops and petticoats,
Robin-a-Thrush cries `Mono!'

e
She puts her cheese upon the shelf,
Moppety, moppety, mono,
And leaves it to turn till it turns of itself.
With a high jih, jiggety, tops and petticoats,
Robin-a-Thrush cries `Mono!'

f
It turned of itself and fell on the floor,
Moppety, moppety, mono,
Got up on its feet and ran out of the door,
With a high jih, jiggety, tops and petticoats,
Robin-a-Thrush cries `Mono!'

g
It ran till it came to Wakefield Cross,
Moppety, moppety, mono,
And she followed after upon a white horse,
With a high jih, jiggety, tops and petticoats,
Robin-a-Thrush cries `Mono!'

h
This song was made for gentlemen,
Moppety, moppety, mono,
lf you want any more, you must sing it again,
With a high jih, jiggety, tops and petticoats,
Robin-a-Thrush cries `Mono!'