Of All The Birds Lyrics

Of all the birds that ever I see
The owl is the fairest in her degree
For all the day long she sits on a tree
And when the night cometh away flies she
To whit
To woo
To whom drinks thou?
Sir Knave, to thee
My song is well sung, I'll make you a vow
That he is a knave that drinketh now
Nose, nose, nose, nose
And who gave thee thy jolly red nose?
Cinnamon and ginger, nutmeg and cloves
And that gave me my jolly red nose