Folk Song

X:1 T:Begon! Dull Care C:Trad N: Z:Webmaster K: W:1 Begone! dull care, W:I prithee, be gone from me, W:Begone! dull care, W:You and I shall never agree. W:Long time hast thou been tarrying here, W:And fain thou wouldst me kill, W:But i' faith, dull care, W:Thou never shall have thy will. W: W:2 Too much care W:Will make a young man turn grey, W:And too much care, W:Will turn an old man to clay. W:My wife shall dance and I will sing, W:So merrily pass the day, W:For I hold it one of the wisest things W:To drive dull care away. % % % % %