Heigho, care away, let the world pass,
For I am as lusty as ever I was;
In flowers I flourish as blossoms in May,
Heigho, care away; heigho, care away!
Lust. What the devil ailed me to sing thus?
I cry you mercy, by my faith, for ent'ring:
Most like I have ridden on the flying Pegasus,
Or in Cock Lorel's barge I have been a vent'ring.
Sing? why, I would sing, if it were to do again,
With Orpheus and Amphion I went to school: