Some folks like to sigh,
Some folks do, some folks do,
Some folks like to die, But that's not me nor you.

(Chorus)
Long live the merry, merry heart
That laughs by night and day,
Like the Queen of mirth,
No matter what some folks say.

Some folks fret and scold,
Some folks do, some folks do,
Soon be dead and cold,
But that's not me nor you.

Some folks get grey hairs,
Some folks do, some folks do,
Brooding over cares,
But that's not me nor you.




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Source: Singing Together, Autumn 1974, BBC Publications

Notes:
None supplied in the pamphlet.

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