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C.D. Warner, et al., comp.  The Library of the World’s Best Literature.
An Anthology in Thirty Volumes.  1917.
 
Songs and Their Settings
The Rain It Raineth
By William Shakespeare (1564–1616)
 
From ‘Twelfth Night

Clown sings, to pipe and tabor

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,        5
  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,        10
By swaggering could I never thrive,
  For the rain it raineth every day.
 
But when I came unto my bed,
  With hey, ho, the wind and the rain,
With toss-pots still I had drunken head,        15
  For the rain it raineth every day.
 
A great while ago the world begun,
  With 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.        20
 
 
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