"Sing hey, Folly--Folly ho,
And here's a song of Folly,
All 'neath the sun,
Will gladly run
Away from Melancholy.

"And Fool, forsooth, a Fool am I,
Well learned in foolish lore:
For I can sing ye, laugh or sigh:
Can any man do more?
Hey, Folly--Folly, ho!
'Gainst sadness bar the door.

"A Fool am I, yet by fair leave,
Poor Fools have hearts to feel.
Poor Fools, like other fools, may grieve
If they their woes conceal.
Hither, Folly--Folly, ho!
All Fools to Folly kneel.

"What though a Fool be melancholy,
Sick, sick at heart--heigho!
Pain must he hide 'neath laughing Folly,
What Fool should heed his woe!
Hither, Folly--Folly, ho!
Fool must unpitied go.

"E'en though a Fool should fondly woo,
E'en though his love be high,
Poor Folly's fool must wear the rue,