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AN INVITATION TO BANISH SADNESS.
Hark! the cowboy blows his horn:
Hey ho, trolly lolly!
Whilst birds do sing on every thorn,
And banish melancholy.
Hey ho, trolly lolly!
Whilst birds do sing on every thorn,
And banish melancholy.
The limpid brooks all laughing go;
Hey ho, trolly lolly!
And balmy winds begin to blow,
To banish melancholy.
Hey ho, trolly lolly!
And balmy winds begin to blow,
To banish melancholy.
The time doth challenge every care,
Hey ho, trolly lolly!
To come and sport it in the air,
And banish melancholy.
Hey ho, trolly lolly!
To come and sport it in the air,
And banish melancholy.
On sunny banks glad lovers sit,
Hey ho, trolly lolly!
And twine the flowers to garlands fit,
So banish melancholy.
Hey ho, trolly lolly!
And twine the flowers to garlands fit,
So banish melancholy.
The rustic lad doth set his mind,
Hey ho, trolly lolly!
To voice his joy on every wind
And banish melancholy.
Hey ho, trolly lolly!
To voice his joy on every wind
And banish melancholy.
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The bee is buried in his flower:
Hey ho, trolly lolly!
Bright blossoms hang on every bower,
To banish melancholy.
Hey ho, trolly lolly!
Bright blossoms hang on every bower,
To banish melancholy.
The nimble squirrel lightly hops:
Hey ho, trolly lolly!
The rabbit leaps about the copse,
To banish melancholy.
Hey ho, trolly lolly!
The rabbit leaps about the copse,
To banish melancholy.
Rejoicing shepherds laugh and sing;
Hey ho, trolly lolly!
And many a merry measure fling,
To banish melancholy.
Hey ho, trolly lolly!
And many a merry measure fling,
To banish melancholy.
These country swains such pastimes use;
Hey ho, trolly lolly!
That sorrow hath no time to choose:
Thus banish melancholy.
Hey ho, trolly lolly!
That sorrow hath no time to choose:
Thus banish melancholy.
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