When that I was and a little tiny boy, With a 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 a hey, ho, the wind and the rain, 'Gainst knaves and thieves men shut their gate, For the rain it raineth every day. But when I came, alas! to wive, With a hey, ho, the wind and the rain, By swaggering could I never thrive, For the rain it raineth every day. But when I came unto my beds, With a hey, ho, the wind and the rain, With toss-pots still had drunken heads, For the rain it raineth every day. A great while ago the world begun With a hey, ho, the wind and the rain, But that's all gone, my tale is done, And I'll strive to please you every day And I'll strive to please you every day Every day? Every day!