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 | Collected poems of Herman Melville |  |
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MERRY DITTY OF THE SAD MAN
Let us all take to singing
Who feel the life-thong;
Let us all take to singing,
And this be the song—
Nothing like singing
When blue-devils throng!
Who feel the life-thong;
Let us all take to singing,
And this be the song—
Nothing like singing
When blue-devils throng!
Along, come along:
Nothing like singing
(The rhyme keep a' ringing)
Just nothing like singing,
No, nothing for sorrow but song!
Nothing like singing
(The rhyme keep a' ringing)
Just nothing like singing,
No, nothing for sorrow but song!
| Collected poems of Herman Melville | |