Floral Poetry. 
125 
HOLLY SONG. 
B LOW, blow, thou winter wind, 
Thou art not so unkind 
As man’s ingratitude ; 
Thy tooth is not so keen, 
Because thou art not seen, 
Although thy breath be rude. 
Heigh-ho ! sing heigh-ho ! unto the green Holly; 
Most friendship is feigning, most loving mere folly; 
Then, heigh-ho ! the Holly ! 
This life is most jolly. 
Freeze, freeze, thou bitter sky, 
Thou dost not bite so nigh 
As benefits forgot: 
Though thou the waters warp, 
Thy sting is not so sharp 
As friend remembered not. 
Heigh-ho ! sing heigh-ho ! unto the green Holly; 
Most friendship is feigning, most loving mere folly; 
Then heigh-ho ! the Holly ! 
This life is most jolly. 
Shakspere. 
