Begone Dull
Care! Begone, dull care! I prithee, begone from me Begone, dull care! You and I shall never agree Long time hast thou been tarrying here And fain thou wouldst me kill But in faith, dull care Thou never shall have thy will. Too much care Will make a man turn grey And too much care Will turn an old man to clay My wife shall dance and I shall sing So merrily pass the day For I hold it one of the wisest things To drive dull care away. |
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