When that I was and a little tiny boy, With hey, ho, the winde and the raine: A foolish thing was but a toy, For the raine it raineth every day. But when I came to mans estate, With hey, ho, the winde and the raine: Gainst Knaves and Theeves men shut their gate, For the raine it raineth every day. But when I came alas to wive, With hey, ho, the winde and the raine: By swaggering could I never thrive, For the raine it raineth every day. But when I came unto my beds, With hey, ho, the winde and the raine: With tosspottes still had drunken heades, For the rain it raineth every day. A great while ago the world begun, With hey, ho, the winde and the raine: But that's all one, our Play is done, And wee'l strive to please you every day. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...VOICES OF THE NIGHT: PRELUDE by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW WITHOUT AND WITHIN by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL GREENES FUNERALLS: SONNET 3 by RICHARD BARNFIELD THE SOUL-PATH by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE OUR FIFTY-FIFTH; 1843-1897 by WILLIAM ALLEN BUTLER BALLAD TO THE TUNE - 'I'LL TELL THEE, DICK, THAT I HAVE BEEN' by PATRICK CAREY |