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Rh When a merry maiden marries Sorrow goes and pleasure tarries;
 * Every sound becomes a song,
 * All is right, and nothing's wrong.

Gnawing Care and aching Sorrow, Get ye gone until to-morrow;
 * Jealousies in grim array,
 * Ye are things of yesterday!

When you marry merry maiden, Then the air with joy is laden;
 * All the corners of the earth
 * Ring with music sweetly played,
 * Worry is melodious mirth,
 * Grief is joy in masquerade;
 * Sullen night is laughing day—
 * All the year is merry May!