Some up and some down,

a
Some up and some down,
There's players in the town,
You wot well who they be;
The sun doth arise,
To three companies,
One, two, three, four make we!

b
Besides that we travel,
With pumps full of gravel,
Made all of such running leather:
That once in a week,
New masters we seek,
And never can hold together.