When good king Arthur ruled this land,
  He was a goodly king;
He stole three pecks of barley-meal,
  To make a bag-pudding.

A bag-pudding the king did make,
  And stuffed it well with plums;
And in it put great lumps of fat,
  As big as my two thumbs.

The king and queen did eat thereof,
  And noblemen beside;
And what they could not eat that night,

  The queen next morning fried.

Hickety, pickety, my black hen,
  She lays eggs for gentlemen;

Gentlemen come every day
To see what my black hen doth lay.