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 I; 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; 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. You spotted snakes, with double tongue, Newts, and blindworms, do not wrong; Come not near our fairy queen. CHORUS. Philomel, with melody, 1 Sing in our sweet lullaby; Lulla, lulla, lullaby; lulla, lulla, lullaby: Come our lovely lady nigh; So, good night, with lullaby. |