For the Rain

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

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.

But that’s all one, our play is done,

And I’ll strive to please you every day.

For the rain oh it raineth every day.