this is all of it that i know:

rose rose rose rose
will i ever see thee wed?
i will marry at they will sire
at thy will

hey, ho nobody home
meat nor drink nor money have i none
still i will be merry hey, ho, nobody home

ah poor bird
why art thou
flying in the shadows at this dark hour?

the wind in the willows
crying like a silly savage all the time
the wind, the wind, the wind