O the paining, O the sorrow;
None shall weep for me to-morrow,
Morrow, morrow, morrow . . .
Melfort. Morrow, morrow, morrow . . .Speak not!—
Or speak more harshly—for my heart
Swoons at the sweetness of your tongue.
Chorus.Hinkutty, hunkutty, hinkutty hunkutty,
Hing, ho, hing, ho.
This is the rhyme that goes in time,
Sing, ho, sing, ho—