Tiny Boy

When that I was a little tiny boy,

With hey, ho, the wind and the rain,

A foolish thing was but a toy,

For the rain oh it raineth every day.

But when I came to man’s estate,

With hey, ho, the wind and the rain,

’Gainst knaves and thieves men shut their gate,

For the rain oh it raineth every day (every day!) Oh!

But when I came, alas! to wive,

With hey, ho, the wind and the rain,

By swaggering could I never thrive,

For the rain oh it raineth every day.

Take it down now…

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 oh it raineth every day. Yeah!

(every day, every day, every day, every day!)

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.

(every day, every day, every day, every day!)

For the rain oh it raineth every day.