Benedick's Song

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-h'! with h'-ha-h'! 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-h'! with h'-ha-h'! 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-h'! with h'-ha-h'! Love and I are beggars born.