i have a song to sing 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 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 it is sung with the ring of the songs maids sing who love 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 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 it is sung to the knell of a churchyard 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 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 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 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 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
['american folk revival', 'folk', 'folk rock', 'mellow gold', 'singer-songwriter', 'soft rock']