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Some think the world is made for fun and frolic |
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And so do I! |
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Some think it well to be all melancholic |
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To pine and sigh; |
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But I, I love to spend my time in singing |
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Some joyous song; |
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To set the air with music bravely ringing |
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Is far from wrong! |
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Listen! Listen! echoes sound afar! |
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Listen! Listen! echoes sound afar! |
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Funiculi funicula', funiculi funicula' |
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Echoes sound afar! funiculi, funicula' |
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Some think it wrong to set the feet a-dancing |
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But not so I; |
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Some think that eyes should keep from coyly glancing |
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Upon the sly! |
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But oh! to me the mazy dance is charming |
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Divinely sweet |
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And surely there is nought that is alarming |
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In nimble feet? |
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Listen! Listen! music sounds afar! |
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Listen! Listen! music sounds afar! |
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Funiculi funicula', funiculi funicula' |
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Music sounds afar! funiculi, funicula' |
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Ah me! 'tis strange that some should take to sighing |
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And like it well; |
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For me, I have not thought it worth the trying |
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So cannot tell! |
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With laugh and dance and song the day soon passes |
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Full soon is gone |
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For mirth was made for joyous lads and lasses |
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To call their own! |
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Listen! Listen! hark! the soft guitar! |
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Listen! Listen! hark! the soft guitar! |
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Funiculi funicula', funiculi funicula' |
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Hark! the soft guitar! funiculi funicula' |
