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          Blow, 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,

          That dost not bite so nigh

          As benefits forgot:

          Though thou the waters warp,

          Thy sting is not so sharp

          As friend remember'd 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.