I Have a Song to Sing - Martyn Green
I have a song to sing O
Sing me your song O
It is sung to the moon
By a love lorn loon
Who fled from the mocking throng o
It's the song of a
Merry man moping mum
Whose soul was sad
And his 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
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
What is your song O
It is sung with the ring
Of the songs maids sing
It's a song of a merry
Maid pearly proud
Who loved a lord and
Who laughed aloud
At the moan of the
Merry man moping mum
Whose soul was sad and
His 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
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
Sing me your song O
It is sung to the knell
Of a church yard bell
And a doleful dirge ding dong O
It's a song of a
Popinjay bravely born
Who turned up his
Noble nose with scorn
At the humble merry
Maid pearly 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
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
Sing me your song O
It is sung with a sigh
And a tear in the eye
For it tells of a righted wrong o
It's 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
His 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 o'er
And he sighed no more
For he lived in the
Love of a lady
Hey di hey di misery
Me lack a day de
His pains were o'er
And he sighed no more
For he lived in the
Love of a lady
