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Hope! thou nurse of young desire.
Young fellows will be young fellows.
Fine feathers, they say, make fine birds.
Tis a sure sign work goes on merrily, when folks sing at it.
But if I'm content with a little, Enough is as good as a feast.
How happy is the sailor's life, from coast to coast to roam; in every port he finds a wife, in every land a home.
The greatness that would make us grave, Is but an empty thing. What more than mirth would mortals have? The cheerful man's a king.
There was a jolly miller once, Lived on the River Dee; He worked and sang, from morn to night; No lark so blithe as he. And this the burden of his song, Forever used to be, "I care for nobody, not I, If no one cares for me.