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[When things go wrong, as they often will]
When things go wrong, as they often will,
And it's hard to understand,
Just whistle a song, as you face the mill,
And take your work in hand,
And do your best, however men sneer,
And 't will all come right, somehow, my dear,
'T will all come right somehow.
And it's hard to understand,
Just whistle a song, as you face the mill,
And take your work in hand,
And do your best, however men sneer,
And 't will all come right, somehow, my dear,
'T will all come right somehow.
Stick to the work that you have to do,
And whatever it is, don't mind;
Just whistle a song of dreams-come-true,
And in the end you'll find,
A word will help and a smile will cheer
However the work may go, my dear,
However the work may go.
And whatever it is, don't mind;
Just whistle a song of dreams-come-true,
And in the end you'll find,
A word will help and a smile will cheer
However the work may go, my dear,
However the work may go.
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