Come live, and be merry, and join with me,To sing the sweet chorus of 'Ha ha he!'

I am never merry when I hear sweet music

Every Night and every MornSome to Misery are born.Every Morn and every NightSome are born to Sweet Delight,Some are born to Endless Night.

The soul of sweet delight, can never be defiled.

The countless gold of a merry heart,The rubies and pearls of a loving eye,The indolent never can bring to the mart,Nor the secret hoard up in his treasury.

How sweet I roamed from field to field, and tasted all the summer's pride.