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 And too much care,

Will turn an old man to clay.

My wife shall dance and I shall sing,

So merrily pass the day,

For I hold it one of the wisest things

To drive dull care away.

My wife shall dance, and I will sing,

So merrily pass the day,

For I hold it one of the wisest things,

To drive dull care away.





SWEET is the ship that under sail,

Spreads her white bosom to the gale;

Sweet, oh! sweet’s the flowing can;

Sweet to poise the lab’ring oar,

That tugs us to our native shore,

When the boatswain pipes - the barge to man

Sweet sailing with a fav’ring breeze;

But oh! much sweeter than all these,

Is Jack’s delight - his lovely Nan.

The needle, faithful to the north,

To shew of constancy the worth,