text: I have a song to sing, O! 
  It is sung to the moon by a love-lorn loon
  Who fled from the mocking throng-o
  Its the song of a merry man moping mum
  Whose soul was sad and whose glance was glum
  Who sipped no sup and who craved no crumb
  As he sighed for the love of a lady
  Refrain:
  Hey-di, hey-di, misery me, lack-a-day-de
  He sipped no sup and he craved no crumb
  As he sighed for the love of a lady
  I have a song to sing, O! 
  It is sung with the ring of the songs maids sing
  Who loved with a love life-long-o
  Its a song of a merry maid peerly proud
  Who loved a lord and who laughed aloud
  At the moan of the merry man moping mum
  Whose soul was sad and whose glance was glum
  Who sipped no sup and who craved no crumb
  As he sighed for the love of a lady
  I have a song to sing,O! 
  It is sung to the knell of a church-yard bell
  And a doleful dirge ding-dong o
  Its a 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
  Whose soul was sad and whose glance was glum
  Who sipped no sup and who craved no crumb
  As he sighed for the love of a lady
  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
  Its a song of the merry maid once so gay
  Who turned on her heel 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 the merry man moping mum
  Whose soul was sad and whose glance was glum
  Who sipped no sup and who craved no crumb
  As he sighed for the love of a lady
  Hey-di, hey-di, misery me, lack-a-day-de
  His pains were oer and he sighed no more
  For he lived in the love of a lady
  Hey-di, hey-di, his pains were oer
  And he sighed no more
  For he lived in the love of a lady