Classic Poem

Would God that it were holiday!
Hey derry down, down derry,
That with my Love I might go play;
With woe my heart is weary;
My whole delight is in her sight,
Would God I had her company,
Her company,
Hey derry down, down adown.

My Love is fine, my Love is fair,
Hey derry down, down derry,
No maid with her may well compare,
In Kent or Canterbury;
From me my Love shall never move,
Would God I had her company,
Her company,
Hey derry down, down adown.

To see her laugh, to see her smile,
Hey derry down, down derry,
Doth all my sorrows clean beguile,
And makes my heart full merry;
No grief doth grow where she doth go,
Would God I had her company,
Her company,
Hey derry down, down adown.

When I do meet her on the green,
Hey derry down, down derry,
Methinks she looks like beauty's queen,
Which makes my heart full merry;
Then I her greet with kisses sweet;
Would God I had her company,
Her company,
Hey derry down, down adown.

My Love comes not of churlish kind,
Hey derry down, down derry,
But bears a gentle courteous mind,
Which makes my heart full merry;
She is not coy, she is my joy,
Would God I had her company,
Her company,
Hey derry down, down adown.

Till Sunday come, farewell, my dear!
Hey derry down, down derry,
When we do meet we'll have good cheer,
And then I will be merry:
If thou love me, I will love thee,
And still delight in thy company,
Thy company,
Hey derry down, down adown.