Begone Dull Care
1 Begone! dull care,
I prithee, be gone from me, Begone! dull care, You and I shall never agree. Long time hast thou been tarrying here, And fain thou wouldst me kill, But i' faith, dull care, Thou never shall have thy will.
2 Too much care
Will make a young man turn grey, And too much care, Will turn an old man to clay. 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.
From the collection Songs From Hazzards Huzzah