When that I was and a little tiny boy

    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 knaves¹ and thieves men shut their gate

    For the rain， . . .

    But when I came， alas²！ 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.