HEIGH HO, THE RAIN
Reading edition
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!