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When that I was and a little tiny boy,
   With 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 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 hey, ho, the wind and the rain,
   By swaggering I could never thrive,
For the rain it raineth everyday.

But when I came unto my beds,
   With hey, ho, the wind and the rain,
With tosspots still had drunken heads,
   For the rain it raineth every day.

A great while ago the world begun,
   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.

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  1. rainscape permalink*
    November 2, 2008 5:54 am

    Lear’s fool adapts another verse to Feste’s rainsong:

    He that has and a little tiny wit,
    With hey, ho, the wind and the rain,
    Must make content with his fortunes fit,
    Though the rain it raineth every day.

    A little more of the wise “conceit,” and a bit more of the moral . . . yet the rain it raineth every day . . . and the song will still be singing.

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