Let us fling to the winds all moping and madness
Play us a jig in the spirit of gladness
On the creaky old squeaky strings of the fiddle
The why of the world is an answerless riddle
Puzzlesome, tiresome, hard to unriddle
To the seventeen devils with sapient sadness:
Tra la, tra la
Play us a jig in the spirit of gladness
On the creaky old squeaky strings of the fiddle
The why of the world is an answerless riddle
Puzzlesome, tiresome, hard to unriddle
To the seventeen devils with sapient sadness:
Tra la, tra la
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