When the Cock begins to Crow, Cockadodledo; when the Embers leave to glow, and the Owl cries to whit to who; When Crickets do sing, and Mice roam about, when midnight Bells ring to call the Devout. When the Lazy lie stretching, and thinks 'tis no harm, their zeal is so cold, and their Beds are so warm; when the long lazy slut has not made the Parlour clean, no Water on the Hearth is put, but all things in disorder seen. Then we Tripit round the Room, and make like Bees a drowsy hum: Be she Betty, Nan or Sue, we make her, make her of another hue, and Pinch her, Pinch her, Pinch her black and blue.