Benedick's Song

By Sir Henry Newbolt

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.