Though I see within thine eyes
Sudden frown of cloudy skies,
Yet I bid them “merry morn”
For they tell me Love is born.
So ha-há! with há-ha-há!
For they tell me Love is born.
Storms of mocking from thy lips
Lash me still like airy whips;
But to-day thy scorn I scorn
For I know that Love is born.
So ha-há! with há-ha-há!
For I know that Love is born.
O the hail that rattles fierce
Through my hodden cloak to pierce!
What care I if rags be torn?
Love and I are beggars born!
So ha-há! with há-ha-há!
Love and I are beggars born.