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1. I have a song to sing-o! 
                        (Sing me your song-o!)
                                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
   Who's soul was sad and who's 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.

    D     A   G    D    A          D
   Heigh-Dy, Heigh-Dy, Misery-me, lack-a-day-dee
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   He sipped no sup and he craved no crumb
                         A         D   D  A  G  D  A
   As he sighed for the love of a lady

2. 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'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.
   Heigh-Dy, Heigh-Dy, Misery-me, lack-a-day-dee
   He sipped no sup and he craved no crumb
   As he sighed for the love of a lady

3. I have a song to sing-o!
                        (sing me your song-o)
   It is sung to the nell of a church yard bell
   And 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.
   Heigh-Dy, Heigh-Dy, Misery-me, lack-a-day-dee
   He sipped no sup and he craved no crumb
   As he sighed for the love of a lady
 
4. 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
   From 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 eyes
   For the love 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.

   Heigh-Dy, Heigh-Dy, Misery-me, lack-a-day-dee
   He sipped no sup and he craved no crumb
   As he sighed for the love of a lady

   Heigh-Dy, Heigh-Dy, his pains were o're
   And he sighed no more for he lived in the love of a lady.