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And too much care,
Will turn an old man to clay.
My wife shall dance and I shall sing,
So merrily pass the day,
For I hold it one of the wisest things
To drive dull care away.
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.
LOVELY NAN.
SWEET is the ship that under sail,
Spreads her white bosom to the gale;
Sweet, oh! sweet’s the flowing can;
Sweet to poise the lab’ring oar,
That tugs us to our native shore,
When the boatswain pipes - the barge to man
Sweet sailing with a fav’ring breeze;
But oh! much sweeter than all these,
Is Jack’s delight - his lovely Nan.
The needle, faithful to the north,
