Were't Not For Laughing, I Should Pity

When Clouds Are Seen Wise Men Put On Their Cloaks; When Great Leaves Fall Then Winter Is At Hand.

Why, Then The World ’s Mine Oyster, Which I With Sword Will Open.

It Was A Lover And His Lass, With A Hey, And A Ho, And A Hey Nonino, That O'er The Green Corn-field Did Pass, In The Spring Time, The Only Pretty Ring Time, When Birds Do Sing, Hey Ding A Ding, Ding; Sweet Lovers Love The Spring.

There Is No Creature Loves Me; And If I Die, No Soul Will Pity Me.

Muster Your Wits; Stand In Your Own Defence.