[00:09.600]I have a song to sing, o! (sing me your song, o!)
[00:15.190]It is sung to the moon by a love-lorn loon
[00:18.150]Who fled from the mocking throng-o
[00:20.920]It's the song of a merry man moping mum
[00:24.230]Whose soul was sad and whose glance was glum
[00:27.120]Who sipped no sup and who craved no crumb
[00:29.990]As he sighed for the love of a lady.
[00:33.880]Hey-di, hey-di, misery me, lack-a-day-de
[00:35.410]He sipped no sup and he craved no crumb
[00:39.790]He sipped no sup and he craved no crumb
[00:42.260]As he sighed for the love of a lady.
[00:57.560]I have a song to sing, o! (what is your song, o?)
[01:03.170]It is sung with the ring of the songs maids sing
[01:05.970]Who loved with a love life-long-o
[01:08.920]It's a song of a merry maid peerly proud
[01:11.930]Who loved a lord and who laughed aloud
[01:14.860]At the moan of the merry man moping mum
[01:17.730]Whose soul was sad and whose glance was glum
[01:20.560]Who sipped no sup and who craved no crumb
[01:23.280]As he sighed for the love of a lady.
[01:24.610]As he sighed for the love of a lady.
[01:27.620]Hey-di, hey-di, misery me, lack-a-day-de
[01:33.170]He sipped no sup and he craved no crumb
[01:35.760]As he sighed for the love of a lady.
[01:50.880]I have a song to sing,o! (sing me your song, o)
[01:57.830]It is sung to the knell of a church-yard bell
[02:00.840]And a doleful dirge ding-dong o
[02:03.660]It's a song of a popinjay bravely born
[02:06.720]Who turned up his noble nose with scorn
[02:09.360]At the humble merry maid peerly proud
[02:12.310]Who loved a lord and who laughed aloud
[02:15.180]At the moan of a merry man moping mum
[02:18.220]Whose soul was sad and whose glance was glum
[02:21.150]Who sipped no sup and who craved no crumb
[02:24.920]As he sighed for the love of a lady.
[02:27.950]Hey-di, hey-di, misery me, lack-a-day-de
[02:33.210]He sipped no sup and he craved no crumb
[02:37.270]As he sighed for the love of a lady.
[02:51.160]I have a song to sing, o!
[02:52.930](i have a song to sing)
[02:54.630]I have a song to sing-o!
[03:00.390]It is sung with a sigh and a tear in the eye for it tells of a righted wrong-o
[03:05.530]It's a song of the merry maid once so gay
[03:08.230]Who turned on her heel and tripped away
[03:11.040]From the peacock popinjay bravely born
[03:14.180]Who turned up his noble nose with scorn
[03:17.000]At the humble heart that he did not prize
[03:19.840]So she begged on her knees with downcast eyes
[03:22.780]For the love of the merry man moping mum
[03:25.610]Whose soul was sad and whose glance was glum
[03:28.460]Who sipped no sup and who craved no crumb
[03:31.420]As he sighed for the love of a lady.
[03:35.400]Hey-di, hey-di, misery me, lack-a-day-de,
[03:41.320]His pains were o'er and he sighed no more
[03:43.980]For he lived in the love of a lady.
[03:47.150]Hey-di, hey-di, his pains were o'er
[03:54.470]And he sighed no more
[03:55.890]For he lived in the love of a lady.