Heigh, ho! sing heigh, ho! unto the green holly:

Most friendship is feigning, most loving mere folly. Then heigh, ho, the holly!

WHERE the bee sucks, there suck 1;

In a cowslip's bell I lie;

There I couch when owls do cry,

On the bat's back I do fly,

After summer, merrily:

Merrily, merrily, shall I live now,

Under the blossom that hangs on the bough.

LAWN, as white as driven snow;
Cypress, black as e'er was crow;
Gloves, as sweet as damask roses;
Masks for faces, and for noses;
Bugle bracelet, necklace-amber,

Perfume for a lady's chamber:
Golden quoifs and stomachers,
For my lads to give their dears;

Pins and poking-sticks of steel,

What maids lack from head to heel:

Come, buy of me, come; come buy, come buy;

Buy, lads, or else your lasses cry.