I Have A Song To Sing O! Lyrics by Peter, Paul & Mary

I Have A Song To Sing O! Lyrics

    I have a song to sing, o! (sing me your song, o!)
    It is sung to the moon by a love-lorn loon
    Who fled from the mocking throng-o
    It's the song of a merry man moping mum
    Whose soul was sad and whose glance was glum
    Who sipped no sup and who craved no crumb
    As he sighed for the love of a lady.

    Refrain:
    Hey-di, hey-di, misery me, lack-a-day-de
    He sipped no sup and he craved no crumb
    As he sighed for the love of a lady.

    I have a song to sing, o! (what is your song, o?)
    It is sung with the ring of the songs maids sing
    Who loved with a love life-long-o
    It's a song of a merry maid peerly proud
    Who loved a lord and who laughed aloud
    At the moan of the merry man moping mum
    Whose soul was sad and whose glance was glum
    Who sipped no sup and who craved no crumb
    As he sighed for the love of a lady.

    (refrain)

    I have a song to sing,o! (sing me your song, o)
    It is sung to the knell of a church-yard bell
    And a doleful dirge ding-dong o
    It's a song of a popinjay bravely born
    Who turned up his noble nose with scorn
    At the humble merry maid peerly proud
    Who loved a lord and who laughed aloud
    At the moan of a merry man moping mum
    Whose soul was sad and whose glance was glum
    Who sipped no sup and who craved no crumb
    As he sighed for the love of a lady.

    (refrain)

    I have a song to sing, o!
    (i have a song to sing)
    I have a song to sing-o!

    It is sung with a sigh and a tear in the eye for it tells of a righted wrong-o
    It's a song of the merry maid once so gay
    Who turned on her heel and tripped away
    From the peacock popinjay bravely born
    Who turned up his noble nose with scorn
    At the humble heart that he did not prize
    So she begged on her knees with downcast eyes
    For the love of the merry man moping mum
    Whose soul was sad and whose glance was glum
    Who sipped no sup and who craved no crumb
    As he sighed for the love of a lady.

    Hey-di, hey-di, misery me, lack-a-day-de,
    His pains were o'er and he sighed no more
    For he lived in the love of a lady.

    Hey-di, hey-di, his pains were o'er
    And he sighed no more
    For he lived in the love of a lady.

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