My version with chords and shakespearean setting, with commentary from "Shakespear's Songbook"

AIR -- 'Wigmore's Galliard' 
  
  Sir Andrew: I, he do's well enough if he be dispos'd, and so do I too: he does it with a better grace, but I do it more naturall. 
  
  Sir Toby: "O the twelfe day of December."
  
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  On the tenth day of December,
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  And the fourth yeere of King Edwards raigne,
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  Att Musleboorrowe, as I remember,
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  Two goodly hosts there mett on a plaine
  
  All that night they camped there,
  Soe did the Scotts, both stout and stubborne;
  But, "Welladay," it was their song,
  For we haue taken them in their owne turne.
  
  Over night they carded for our English mens coates;
  They fished before their netts were spunn;
  A white for sixpence, a red for two groates;
  Now wisdome woud haue stayed till they had been woone.
  
  Wee feared not but that they wold fight,
  Yett itt was turned vnto their owne paine;
  Thoe against one of vs that they were eight,
  Yett with their owne weapons wee did them beat.
  
  On the twelfth day in the morne
  The made a face as the wold fight,
  But many a proud Scott there was downe borne,
  And any a rank coward was put to flight.
  
  The Lord Huntly, wee had him there;
  With him hee brought ten thousand men,
  Yett, God be thanked, wee made them such a banquett
  That none of them returned again.
  
  But when they heard our great gunnes cracke,
  Then was their harts turned into their hose;
  They cast down their weapons, and turned their backes,
  They ran so fast that the fell on their nose.
  
  We beat them back till Edinburgh
  There's men alive can witness this
  But when we look'd our Englishmen through
  Two hundred good fellow we did not miss
  
  Now God preserve Edward, or King,
  with his two nuncles and nobles all
  And fend us heaven at our ending
  For we have given Scots a lusty fall

Maria: For the loue o' God peace.

Malvolio: My masters are you mad? Or what are you? Haue you no wit, manners, nor honestie, but to gabble like Tinkers at this time of night? Do yee make an Ale-house of my Ladies house, that ye squeak out your Cozi-ers Catches without any mitigation or remorse of voice? Is there no respect of place, persons, nor time in you?"

[Battle of Musselburgh Field, or Pinkie Cleugh, was fought on September 10th, 1547 (Frst year of Edward Tudor's reign) with 16,000 invading Englishmen defeating a force of about 26,000 Scots through effective use of both land and naval artillery. The english were led by Edward, Duke of Somerset and Lord Protector during the the reign of King Edward VI.]