Heigh Ho, The Rain
The Lark that in heaven dim Can match a rainy hour With his own music's shower, Can make me sing like him, Heigh ho! The rain! Sing, when a Nightingale Pours forth her own sweet soul To hear dread thunder roll Into a tearful tale, Heigh ho! The rain! Sing, when a Sparrow's seen Trying to lie at rest By pressing his warm breast To leaves so wet and green, Heigh ho! The rain!
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"The Lark that in heaven dim..."
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