CHORUS—This world is what we make it,
Then let us all be glad;
There's beauty all around us,
Why, then, should we be sad?
Though clouds may gather o'er us,
And troubles fall like rain,
The sun will shine above us,
And all be bright again. —Cho,
We'll cheer the heavy-hearted,
And raise the fallen one;
We'll labor for the master,
Till all our work is done. —Cho,
Nutting Time. (Pat's Pick, page 67.) See the nuts are falling down, Falling 'mong the leaflets brown, Dropping, dropping one by one, In the golden autumn sun; Falling, dropping here and there, Making merry everywhere; Boys and maidens, large and small, Run to catch them as they fall.
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Chorus—Falling, falling all around, Dropping, dropping to the ground, Gathering, gathering, hear the chime, 'Tis the merry, merry nutting time. Down they're coming, hear the sound, Lighting with a slight rebound,
