Old BalladsOld Ballads COME, LASSES AND LADS Come, lasses and lads, get leave of your dads, And away to the Maypole hie,For ev'ry fair has a sweetheart there, And the fiddler's standing by; For Willy shall dance with Jane, And Johnny has got his Joan,To trip it, trip it, trip it, trip it, Trip it...