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The Worsted Man And that is why we gayly smile: True love is with us all the while. Love is the watchword, land or sea Fal-la-la-la, fal-la-la-lee! CHORUS Yes, that is why we gayly smile: True love is with us all the while. Love is the watchword, land or sea Fal-la-la-la, fal-la-la-lee! IMPATIENCE Some call it a thorn, but they don t know; Some think it as icy as the snow; Some scamper away when love appears ; Some greet him with smiles and some with tears. But love is a painter, soft of mien, Who painteth the sere and yellow green ; It dwelleth deep in the maiden s heart, And springeth to life from Cupid s dart. 37
