Text divider from 'Flowers of the Forest', an undated chapbook printed in Haddington
Begone Dull Care.
Begone dull care, I prithee begon from me,Begone dull care, you and I can never agree;Long time thou hast been tarrying here,And fain thou wouldst me kill,But I trow dull care, thou never shalt have thy will.
Too much care will make a young man gray,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.
