| Some think the world is made for fun and frolic
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| And so do I! |
| And so do I!
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| Some think it well to be all melancholic
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| To pine and sigh, to pine and sigh
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| But I, I love to spend my time in singing
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| Some joyous song, some joyous song
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| To set the air with music bravely ringing
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| Is far from wrong, is far from wrong
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| Harken! |
| Harken! |
| Music sounds afar
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| Tralala… Joy is everywhere, funiculi funicula!
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| Ah me! |
| 'Tis strange that some should take to sighing
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| And like it well, and like it well
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| For me, I have not thought it worth the trying
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| So cannot tell, so cannot tell
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| With laugh and dance and song the day soon passes
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| Full soon is gone, full soon is gone
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| For mirth was made for joyous lads and lasses
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| To call their own, to call their own |