A Selection of Original Songs, Scraps, Etc., by Ned Farmer (3rd ed.)/Trot on
Trot on.
[Published by permission of Messrs. D'Almaine & Co., London, to whom the Copyright belongs, and where the Music may be had.]
Oh! waste not in grieving and sorrow
A life that is merely a span,
Nor dream ye too much of to-morrow;
Making sure of to-day is the plan;
There's enough in this world to amuse us,
There's plenty of good to be done;
And if Fortune, the jade, should abuse us,
Let us merrily sing and trot on.
Trot on then, I charge you, and gaily,
Whether heavy or light be your load;
Trot on, for this truth we learn daily,
That cheerfulness shortens the road.
Chorus—Trot on, trot on, trot on, &c.
Then crying's no cure for our troubles;
Long faces do no good at all;
If the best of our hopes turn out bubbles,
Laugh, laugh, and they *re nothing at all,
'Tis folly to give way to sadness,
Or in sighs to be wasting our breath,
So if woes interfere with our gladness,
Trot on boys, and laugh them to death.
Trot on then, I charge you, and gaily,
Whether heavy or light be your load;
Trot on, for this truth we learn daily,
That cheerfulness shortens the road.
Chorus—Trot on, trot on, trot on, &c.