Autolycus's Song
Jog on, jog on, the footpath way,
And merrily hent the stile-a;
A merry heart goes all the day,
Your sad tires in a mile-a. IV, ii
And merrily hent the stile-a;
A merry heart goes all the day,
Your sad tires in a mile-a. IV, ii
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