Chorus Never saw the use for money in the hand I brighten the world up when I can. I never lost the love o’ the river and the rain; Over the Avon, home again.
Son, I give thee thrupence, A penny for the stage. And if it’s mine I’ll make it thine the day you come of age. Should you tell your mother I sold it out to thee. She’ll slit my throat and buy a boat and sink me in the sea.
Son, I give the tupence, a penny for the rain, The valley low, the tally-ho, the huntin’ o’ the game. Should there come a time, son, You break your heart in two, The country dew will make it new An’ gi’ it back to you.
An’ he went from town to town His sweetwood down upon his knee. There was none from all aroun’ could Match his balladry. And we’d all be a drinkin’ to the break o’ day Wi’ a hey, ho, nonny, nonny, nonny, no; He’d be a merry man upon his way. All for a song was he, ho.