Songs of Good Cheer
I
When daffodils begin to peer,
With heigh the doxy over the dale,
Why then comes in the sweet o' the year:
For the red blood reigns in the winter's pale.
II
Jog on, jog on, the foot-path way,
And merrily hent the stile-a:
A merry heart goes all the day,
Your sad tires in a mile-a.
III
A great while ago the world began,
With heigh-ho the wind and the rain:
But that's all one, our play is done,
And we'll strive to please you every day.
—William Shakespeare.