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.