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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.