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tune of "away with melancholy".
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!
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!
