Internet search turns it up as Soalin', a trad English round sung at Christmas time. There are probably other versions running around....

Soalin'

c3 Am G Am E Am G Am E Am G Am
Hey, ho, nobody home - Meat nor drink nor money have I none Yet shall we be merry -
Am G Am E Am G Am E Am G Am
Hey, ho, nobody home - Meat nor drink nor money have I none Yet shall we be merry -
Am G Am Am
Hey, ho, nobody home - Hey, ho, nobody home
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Am G Am E Am G Am E
Soal, a soal, a soal cake - Please, good missus, a soal cake
Am G Am E Am
An apple, a pear, a plum, a cherry - any good thing to make us all merry
Am G Am E Am G Am
One for Peter, two for Paul - Three for Him who made us all
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Am G Am E Am G Am
God bless the master of this house and the mistress, also-
Am G Am E Am G Am
And all the little children that 'round your table grow
Am G Am E Am G Am
The cattle in your stable, the dog at your front door
Am G Am E Am G Am Am G Am E
And all that dwells within your gate, we wish you 10 times more - Soal, a soal, a soal cake.
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Am G Am E Am G Am
Go down into the cellar and see what you can find
Am G Am E Am G Am
If the barrels are not empty we hope you will be kind
Am G Am E Am G Am
We hope you will be kind with your apple and strawber'
Am G Am E Am G Am Am G Am E .....
For we'll come no more a 'soalin' 'til this time next year Soal, a soal, a soal cake......
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Am G Am E Am G Am Am G Am E AM G AM
The streets are very dirty, my shoes are very thin I have a little pocket to put a penny in
Am G Am E Am G Am
If you haven't got a penny, a ha' penny will do
Am G Am E Am G Am Am G Am E .....
If you haven't got a ha' penny then God bless you Soal, a soal, a soal cake......
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Am G Am E Am G Am
Now to the Lord sing praises all you within this place
Am G Am E Am G Am
And with true love and brotherhood each other now embrace
Am G Am E Am G Am
This holy tide of Christmas, of beauty and of grace
Am G Am E Am (G am ) Am G Am E .....
Oh, tidings of comfort and joy ----- Soal, a soal, a soal cake.....

Sheesh I sang this one as a round a million years ago. Here are some other verses I know, more may pop up later.

Rose, Rose, Rose, Rose Will I ever see thee wed? I will marry at thy will sire -at thy will.

I don't remember these verses completely since in our arrangement I didn't sing the whole thing but here is what I remember of them. I'll see if I can dig out the CD and post it later:

Carve thy name on moss covered stone - on moss covered stone.

Oh Poor bird, why ar't thou, singing in the shadows at this late hour - at this late hour?

Let me see.. I know this one.. or at least a version

Rose, Rose, Rose Red, Will I ever see thee wed
I will marry at thy will sire, at thy will

Hey Ho, Hey Ho.. meat nor drink, nor money have I none
and Yet I am to be married, hey ho-----

I will not be my mother's son
I will not be my father's daughter
I will be a fiddler free and fiddle where I will

Ding Dong, Ding Dong, Wedding bells on a april morn
Carve your name in a moss covered stone stire, carve your name

Ah poor bird, why art thou
Flying through the shadows
At this dark hour.

--- Can't remember any more rounds. I seem to remember the story ebing about a girl being forced to marry against her will and even though she loves another. She ends up jumping off a cliff on her wedding day..

Rose, Rose, Rose, Rose, when'er shall I see thee wed? I'll marry at thy will father (sire) at thy will.

I, too, understand this to be a conflation of two other lyrics... but it works *quite* well as is!

There's also the Sunday-school lyric:

Love, love, love, love
This shall be our highest call
Love thy neighbor as thyself
For God loves us all

I recorded a similar version to that on my recording of rounds & chants, along with a variation on this one, which I've heard in several different quarters:

Dear friends, dear friends,
Let me tell you how I'm feeling
You have given me great pleasure
I love you so

I learned (in a round):

Thou poor bird, mournst the tree.
Where sweetly though didst warble in thy wandering free.
Ah poor bird. Take thy flight. Far above the sorrows of this sad night.

Hey ho nobody's home no meat, nor drink nor money I have none.
Still I will be merry, hey ho nobody's home no meat nor drink nor money I have none.
Still I will be merry, hey ho nobody's home.

Rose, rose, rose red when will I see thee wed.
I will marry at thy will sire ding dong ding dong.
Funeral bells on a september morn.
Rose my rose is dead. Dead and gone.