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

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Poems
by Eliza Lee Cabot Follen
To the Tune of "Away with Melancholy"
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!