Verse: D I have a song to sing, O! (Sing me your song, O!) D A It is sung to the moon by a love-lorn loon D A Who fled from the mocking throng-o D A It's the song of a merry man moping mum D A Whose soul was sad and whose glance was glum D A Who sipped no sup and who craved no crumb D A D As he sighed for the love of a lady.
Chorus: D A G A Hey-di, hey-di, misery me, lack-a-day-de D A He sipped no sup and he craved no crumb D A D As he sighed for the love of a lady. Verse: D I have a song to sing, O! (What is your song, O) D A It is sung with the ring of the songs maids sing D A Who loved with a love life-long-o D A It's a song of a merry maid peerly proud D A Who loved a lord and who laughed aloud D A At the moan of the merry man moping mum D A Whose soul was sad and whose glance was glum D A Who sipped no sup and who craved no crumb D A D As he sighed for the love of a lady. Chorus: D A G A Hey-di, hey-di, misery me, lack-a-day-de D A He sipped no sup and he craved no crumb D A D As he sighed for the love of a lady. Verse: D I have a song to sing,O! (Sing me your song, O) D A It is sung to the knell of a church-yard bell D A And a doleful dirge ding-dong o D A It's a song of a popinjay bravely born D A Who turned up his noble nose with scorn D A At the humble merry maid peerly proud D A Who loved a lord and who laughed aloud D A At the moan of a merry man moping mum D A Whose soul was sad and whose glance was glum D A Who sipped no sup and who craved no crumb D A D As he sighed for the love of a lady. Chorus: D A G A Hey-di, hey-di, misery me, lack-a-day-de D A He sipped no sup and he craved no crumb D A D As he sighed for the love of a lady. Verse: D I have a song to sing, O! I have a song to sing-o! (I have a song to sing) D A It is sung with a sigh and a tear in the eye D A for it tells of a righted wrong-o D A It's a song of the merry maid once so gay D A Who turned on her heel and tripped away D A From the peacock popinjay bravely born D A Who turned up his noble nose with scorn D A At the humble heart that he did not prize D A So she begged on her knees with downcast eyes D A For the love of the merry man moping mum D A Whose soul was sad and whose glance was glum D A Who sipped no sup and who craved no crumb D A D As he sighed for the love of a lady. Chorus: D A G A Hey-di, hey-di, misery me, lack-a-day-de D A His pains were o'er and he sighed no more D A D For he lived in the love of a lady Outro: D A Hey-di, hey-di, D A His pains were o'er and he sighed no more D A D For he lived in the love of a lady!
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