Merry Ditty of the Sad Man
Let us all take to singing
Who feel the life-thong;
Let us all take to singing,
And this be the song—
Nothing like singing
When blue-devils throng!
Along, come along:
Nothing like singing
(The rhyme keep a' ringing)
Just nothing like singing,
No, nothing for sorrow but song!
Who feel the life-thong;
Let us all take to singing,
And this be the song—
Nothing like singing
When blue-devils throng!
Along, come along:
Nothing like singing
(The rhyme keep a' ringing)
Just nothing like singing,
No, nothing for sorrow but song!
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