When that I was and a little tiny boy,

With hey, ho, the wind and the rain,

A foolish thing was but a toy,

For the rain it raineth every day.



But when I came to man's estate,

With hey, ho, . . .

'Gainst knaves and thieves men shut their gate

For the rain, . . .



But when I came, alas! to wive,

With hey, ho, . . .

By swaggering could I never thrive,

For the rain, . . .



But when I came unto my beds,

With hey, ho, . . .

With toss-pots still had drunken heads,


For the rain, . . .



A great while ago the world begun,

With hey, ho, . . .

But that's all one, our play is done.

And we'll strive to please you every day.