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.