Then heigh ho, the holly,
This Life is most jolly.
Freize, freize, thou bitter skie
That dost not bight so nigh
As benefitts forgot:
Though thou the waters warpe,
Thy sting is not so sharpe,
As freind remembred not.
Heigh ho, sing heigh ho, unto the greene holly,
Most frendship is fayning; most Loving, meere folly: