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.
