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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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Steps in a Peregrine Rainscape 
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.