BLOW, BLOW, THOU WINTER WIND. Blow, blow, thou winter wind, As man's ingratitude! Although thy breath be rude. Then heigh, ho, the holly! This life is most jolly. Freeze, freeze, thou bitter sky, As benefits forgot! William Shakespeare. UNDER THE GREENWOOD TREE. Under the greenwood tree, Who loves to lie with me, And tune his merry note Unto the sweet bird's throat, Come hither, come hither, come hither; Here shall he see No enemy Who doth ambition shun, And loves to live i' the sun, Seeking the food he eats, And pleas'd with what he gets, Come hither, come hither, come hither; Here shall he see No enemy William Shakespeare. WHEN ICICLES BANC. When icicles hang by the wall, And Dick the shepherd blows his nail, And Tom bears logs into the hall, When blood is nipt, and ways be foul, Then nightly sings the staring owl, Tu-whoo! Tu-whit! tu-whoo! a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot. |