paroles de chanson I Have A Song To Sing, O! - Peter, Paul and Mary
I
have
a
song
to
sing,
O!
(Sing
me
your
song,
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!
(What
is
your
song,
O?)
It
is
sung
with
the
ring
of
the
songs
maids
sing
Who
loved
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!
(Sing
me
your
song,
O)
It
is
sung
to
the
knell
of
a
church-yard
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)
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
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,
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.
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