Begone Dull Care

Begone dull care,
I prithee begone from me,
Begone dull care,
You and I shall never agree;
Long time thou hast been tarrying here,
And fain thou wouldst me kill;
But I?faith dull care,
Thou never shalt have thy will.

Too much care,
Will make a young man grey;
And too much care,
Will turn an old man into 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.

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