Begone, dull care! I prithee begone from me!
Begone, dull care! you and I shall never agree
Long time hast thou been tarrying here
And fain thou woulds't me kill
But, i' faith, dull care
Thou never shall have my will

Too much care will make a young man turn grey
And too much care will turn an old man to clay
My wife shall dance and I will sing
And merrily pass the day
For I hold it one of the wisest things
To drive dull care away