Page 630 - Shakespeare - Vol. 3

But when I came, alas, to wive,
With hey, ho, the wind and the rain,
By swaggering could I never thrive, [390]
For the rain it raineth every day.

But when I came unto my beds,

With hey, ho, the wind and the rain,
With toss-pots still ’had drunken heads,
For the rain it raineth every day. [395]

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.
(Exit.)