Some folks like to sigh,
— Some folks do, some folks do;
Some folks long to die, —
— But that's not me nor you.
— — Long live the merry merry heart
— — — That laughs by night and day,
— — Like the Queen of Mirth, —
— — — No matter what some folks say.
2
Some folks fear to smile,
— Some folks do, some folks do;
Others laugh through guile, —
— But that's not me nor you.
— — Long live the merry merry heart
— — — That laughs by night and day,
— — Like the Queen of Mirth, —
— — — No matter what some folks say.
3
Some folks fret and scold,
— Some folks do, some folks do;
They'll soon be dead and cold, —
— But that's not me nor you.
— — Long live, &c.
4
Some folks get grey hairs,
— Some folks do, some folks do;
Brooding o'er their cares, —
— But that's not me nor you.
— — Long live, &c.
5
Some folks toil and save,
— Some folks do, some folks do;
To buy themselves a grave, —
— But that's not me nor you.
— — Long live, &c.