When lights go rolling round the sky,
Then up my heart, then ope mine eye,
With Molly and Polly, And John so jolly -
Away say we, with melancholy, Heigh-ho and heigh-ho,
For me, for me's no melancholy.

First rolls the sun in rosy morn,
And wheels away what e'er's forlorn:
Then look I to my Molly, And, certes, John to Polly -
To each the girl, the love, the wife,
A rosy morn of rosy life: And so, and so, O ho, O ho,

When moves the early moon a-west,
We say the vesper time is best;
And then lead I my Molly, And cometh John with Polly
To sweet sequestered willow shade.
For such dear girls and lovers made: And so, and so, O ho, O ho,