When that I was and a little tiny boy,
With a 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 a hey, ho, the wind and the rain,
'Gainst knaves and thieves men shut their gate,
For the rain it raineth every day.
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A great while ago the world began,
With a 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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I quan jo era un nen petit,
au, vinga, a la pluja i el vent!
Llavors de dos se’n feia tot just un parell,
car la pluja plou cada dia.
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El món ja existeix de fa una bona estona,
au, vinga, a la pluja i el vent,
però la funció s’ha acabat i us desitjo molta salut;
mirarem que cada dia us agradi.