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!