I have a song to sing, O!
Sing me your song, O!...
It is sung to the moon
by a love-lorn loon
who fled from the
mocking throng, O!
It's the song of a
merryman, moping mum
whose soul was sad
and whose glance
was glum
Who sipped no sup
and who craved
no crumb
as he sighed for the
love of a lady
Heighdy! Heighdy!
misery me, lackadaydee!
he sipped no sup
and he craved
no crumb
As he sighed for the
love of a lady!
I have a song to sing, 0!
What is your song, 0?...
It is sung with the ring
of the songs maids sing
who love with a love
life-long, 0!
It's the song of a
merrymaid
peerly proud
who lov'd a lord
and who laugh'd aloud
At the moan of the
merryman, moping mum
whose soul was sad
and whose glance
was glum
Who sipped no sup
and who craved
no crumb
as he sighed for the
love of a lady!
Heighdy! Heighdy!
misery me, lackadaydee!
he sipped no sup
and he craved
no crumb
As he sighed for the
love of a lady!
I have a song to sing, 0!
Sing me your song, 0!...
It is sung to the knell
of a churchyard bell
and a doleful dirge
ding dong, 0!
It's a song of popinjay
bravely born
who turned up his
noble nose with scorn
At the humble merrymaid
peerly proud
who lov'd a lord
and who laugh'd aloud
At the moan of the
merryman, moping mum
whose soul was sad
and whose glance
was glum
Who sipped no sup
and who craved
no crumb
as he sighed for the
love of a lady!
Heighdy! Heighdy!
misery me, lackadyee!
he sipped no sup
and he craved
no crumb
As he sighed for the
love of a lady
I have a song to sing, 0!
Sing me your song, 0...!
It is sung with a sigh
and a tear in the eye
for it tells of
a righted wrong, 0!
It's a song of the
merrymaid
once so gay
who turned on her heel
and tripped away
From the peacock
popinjay
bravely born
who turned up his
noble nose with scorn
At the humble heart
that he did not prize
so she begged
on her knees
with downcast eyes
For the love of the
merryman, moping mum
whose soul was sad
and whose glance
was glum
Who sipped no sup
and who craved
no crumb
as he sighed for the
love of a lady!
Heigh-dy! Heigh-dy!
misery me, lackaday-dee!
his pains were o'er
and he sighed no more
For he lived in the love
of a lady!
Heigh-dy! Heigh-dy!
misery me, lackaday-dee!
his pains were o'er
and he sighed no more
For he lived in the
love of a lady!...