| When blows the wind and drives the sleet, And all the trees droop down; When all the world is sad, ‘tis meet Good company be known: And, in my heart, good company Sits by the fire and sings to me. |
| When warriors return, and one That went returns no more; When dusty is the road we run, And garners have no store; One ingle-nook right warm shall be Where my heart hath good company. |
| When man shall flee and woman fail, And folly mock and hope deceive, Let cowards beat the breast and wail, I’ll homeward hie; I will not grieve: I’ll curtains draw, I’ll there set free My heart’s beloved boon company. |
| When kings shall favour, ladies call My service to their side; When roses grow upon the wall Of life, and love inside; I’ll get me home with joy to be In my heart’s own good company! |