At stool-ball, Lucia, let us play For sugar-cakes and wine: Or for a tansy let us pay, The loss, or thine, or mine. If thou, my dear, a winner be At trundling of the ball, The wager thou shall have, and me, And my misfortunes all. But if, my sweetest, I shall get, Then I desire but this: That likewise I may pay the bet And have for all a kiss.