Feste's Final Song "When that I was and a little tiny boy…"

 When that I was and a little tiny boy,
   With hey, ho, the wind and the rain,
A foolish thing was but a toy,
  For the rain it raineth every day.

  But when I came to man's estate,
   With hey, ho, the wind and the rain,
'Gainst knaves and thieves men shut the gate,
  For the rain it raineth every day.

  But when I came, alas, to wive,

   With hey, ho, the wind and the rain,
By swaggering could I never thrive,
  For the rain it raineth every day.

  But when I came unto my beds,
   With hey, ho, the wind and the rain,
With toss-pots still had drunken heads,
  For the rain it raineth every day.

  A great while ago the world begun,
   With hey, ho, the wind and the rain,
But that's all one, our play is done,
  And we'll strive to please you every day.

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