Through a primrose dell

A woodland path thro' a primrose dell

Gay with gathering green of spring;

And youth with a tale in the heart to tell,

And a song on the lips to sing,

Heigh ho,

With a song on the lips to sing!

That woodland path with its primrose gold

In the spring year by year is fair,

And the story to tell is again retold,

For 'tis ever a new one there,

Heigh ho,

It is ever a new one there!