When lights go rolling round the sky

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,