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Some folks like to sigh,
Some folks do, some folks do;
Some folks long to die,
But that’s not me nor you.
Chorus:
Long live the merry merry heart
That laughs by night and day,
Like the Queen of Mirth,
No matter what some folks say. |
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Some folks fear to smile,
Some folks do, some folks do;
Other laugh through guile,
But that’s not me nor you.
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Some folks get grey hairs,
Some folks do, some folks do;
Brooding o’er their cares,
But that’s not me nor you.
Chorus: |
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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.
Chorus: |
Some folks toil and save,
Some folks do, some folks do;
To buy themselves a grave,
But that’s not me nor you.
Chorus: |
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