I am too much a fool to learn thy lesson. (Sings.)

And who’d be wise

And full of sighs,

And care and evil borrow;

When to be a fool

Is to go to school

To Happy-go-luck-to-morrow?

Who’d tread the road,

And feel the goad,

And bear the sweatsome burden:

When loves are light,

And paths are bright

Of folly’s pleasant guerdon?

Sigh while we may,

We cannot stay

The sun, nor hold its shining.

So joy the nonce,

We live but once,

And die for all our pining.

Who’d be a king

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