SONG (As You Like It II,vii.)

 William Shakespeare (1564-1616)

SONG (As You Like It  II,vii.)

      Blow, blow, thou winter wind,

      Thou art not so unkind

        As man's ingratitude;

      Thy tooth is not so keen,

      Because thou art not seen,

        Although thy breath be rude.

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

Most friendship is feigning, most loving mere folly.

      Then heigh-ho! the holly!

        This life is most jolly.

      Freeze, freeze, thou bitter sky,

      That dost not bite so nigh

        As benefits forgot:

      Though thou the waters warp,

      Thy sting is not so sharp

        As friend rememb'red not.

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

Most friendship is feigning, most loving mere folly.

      Then heigh-ho! the holly!

        This life is most jolly.