Blow, blow, thou winter winde,
Thou art not so unkinde,
As mans ingratitude;
Thy tooth is not so keene,
Because thou art not seene,
Although thy breath be rude.
Heigh ho, sing heigh ho, unto the greene holly,
Most frendship, is fayning; most Loving, meere folly:
Then heigh ho, the holly,
This Life is most jolly.
Freize, freize, thou bitter skie
That dost not bite so nigh
As benefitts forgot:
Though thou the waters warpe,
Thy sting is not so sharpe,
As freind remembred not.
Heigh ho, sing heigh ho, unto the greene holly,
Most frendship, is fayning; most Loving, meere folly:
Then heigh ho, the holly,
This Life is most jolly.
