The rain it raineth every day — but one.
When that I was and a little tiny boy,
With a 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 a hey, ho, the wind and the rain,
Against knaves and thieves men shut their gate,
For the rain it raineth every day.But when I came, alas, to wive,
With a hey, ho, the wind and the rain,
By swaggering could I never thrive,
For the rain it raineth every day.But when I came unto my beds,
With a hey, ho, the wind and the rain,
With toss-pots still had drunken heads,
For the rain it raineth every day.A great while ago the world begun,
With a hey, ho, the wind and the rain,
But that’s all one, my song is done,
And I’ll strive to please you every day.
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