Will you buy any tape,

Or lace for your cape,

My dainty duck, my dear-a?

Any silk, any thread,

Any toys for your head,

Of the new'st and finest, finest wear-a?

Come to the pedlar;

Money's a medler

That doth utter all men's ware-a.

HEN that I was and a little tiny boy,

WHE

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,

'Gainst knaves and thieves men shut their gate.

But when I came, alas! to wive,

By swaggering could I never thrive.

But when I came unto my beds,

With toss-pots still had drunken heads.

A

great while

ago the world begun,

With hey, ho, the wind and the rain,

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

And we'll strive to please you every day.