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I have a song to sing-o! (Sing me your song-o!) It is sung to the moon by a love-lorn loon, who fled from the mocking throng-o It's the song of a merry-man moping mum, who's soul was sad and who's glance was glumWho sipped no sup and who craved no crumb as he sighed for the love of a lady. (Refrain) Hey-Dee, Hey-Dee, Misery-me, lack-a-day-dee He sipped no sup and he craved no crumb as he sighed for the love of a lady. I have a song to sing-o! (what is your song-o?) It is sung with the ring of the songs maid sing who loved with a love-life long-o It's the song of a merry-maid peerly proud who loved a lord and who laughed aloud At the moan of a merry-man moping mum who sipped no sup and who craved no crumbAs he sighed for the love of a lady. (Refrain) I have a song to sing-o! (sing me your song-o), it is sung to the nell of a church-yard bellAnd a dophle dirge ding-dong o. It's the song of a popinjay bravely born Who turned up his noble nose with scorn at the humble merry-maid peerly proud Who loved a lord and who laughed aloud at the moan of a merry-man moping mum Who's soul was sad and who's glance was glum Who sipped no sup and who craved no crumb as he sighed for the love of a lady. (Refrain) I have a song to sing-o! I have a song to sing-o! I have a song to sing-o! It is sung with a sigh and a tear in the eye for it tells of a righted wrong-o It's a song of a merry-maid once so gay who turned on her heal and tripped away Letras de cancionesFrom the peacock popinjay bravely born who turned up his noble nose with scorn At the humble heart that he did not prize so she begged on her knees with downcast eyesFor the love of a merry-man moping mum who's soul was sad and who's glance was glumWho sipped no sup and who craved no crumb as he sighed for the love of a lady.Hey-dee, hey-dee, misery-mee, lack-a-day-dee, his pains were o're and he sighed no moreFor he lived in the love of a lady. Hey-dee, hey-dee, his pains were o're And he sighed no more for he lived in the love of a lady. From Letras Mania