Hey ho, nobody home, meat nor drink nor money have I none. Yet shall we be merry, Hey ho, nobody home, Meat nor drink nor money have I none. Yet shall we be merry, Hey ho, nobody home, meat nor drink nor money have I none. Yet shall we be merry, Hey ho, nobody home, Meat nor drink nor money have I none. Yet shall we be merry, Hey ho, nobody home. Hey ho, nobody home. Chorus: Soot soal, soal cake, please good missus a soul cake. An apple, a pear, a plum, a cherry, any good thing to make us all merry, One for Peter, two for Paul, three for Him who made us all. God bless the master of this house, and the mistress also. And all the little children that round your table grow. The cattle in your stable and the dog by your front door. And all that dwell within your gates, we wish you ten times more. Go down into the cellar and see what you can find. If the barrels are not empty we hope you will be kind. We hope you will be kind with your apple and strawber' Or we'll come no more a 'soalin' till this time next year.