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It is not meet for knight like me, Heigho! the Wind and Rain; Though scorned, love's recreant to be, Ah, well-a-day! Refrain.

That brave knight buckled to his brand, Heigho! the Wind and Rain; And fast he sought a foreign strand, Ah, well-a-day! in pain.

He wandered wide by land and sea, Heigho! the Wind and Rain; A mirror of bright constancye, Ah, well-a- day! in vain.

He would not chide, he would not blame, Heigho! the Wind and Rain; But at each shrine he breathed her name, Ah, well-a-day! Amen!

He would not carpe, he would not sing, Heigho! the Wind and Rain; But broke his heart with love-longing, Ah, well-a-day! poor brain.