Poems (Follen)/To the Tune of "Away with Melancholy"

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by Eliza Lee Cabot Follen

To the Tune of "Away with Melancholy"

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4531712Poems — To the Tune of "Away with Melancholy"Eliza Lee Cabot Follen

TO THE TUNE OF

"AWAY WITH MELANCHOLY."

Let fancy's airy finger, To joy attune each string; No gloomy fear shall linger: We 'll merrily, merrily sing fal la! O, droop not then with sorrow; To hope's sure anchor cling; For joy will come to-morrow; Then merrily, &c:

Dull, wrinkling care and sighing, Away we 'll gaily fling.What if old Time is flying, We 'll merrily, merrily sing.Though the rose may have a thorn, A smile can cure its sting; 'T is folly, indeed, to mourn; Then merrily, &c.

Then away all gloomy faces, For mirth shall be our king; While gladness sorrow chases, We 'll merrily, &c. And gaily the time shall pass; 'T is sure the wisest thing. To hide with flowers his glass, And merrily, merrily sing fal la!