Holly Song
by William Shakespeare
Blow blow thou winter winde,
Thou are not so unkinde,
As man's 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 friendship, if fayning; most
Loving, meere folly;
Then heigh ho, the holly.
This Life is most jolly.
Freize, freize, thou bitter skie
Thou dost not bight so nigh
As benefits forgot;
Though thou the waters warpe,
They sting is not so sharpe,
As friend remembered not,
Heigh ho, sing heigh ho, unto
the greene holly,
Most friendship, is fayning, most
Loving, meere folly;
Then heigh ho, the holly,
This Life is most jolly.