  Sing a song of good times! Life is full of bliss, And the merry music Who shall dare to miss? Joy delights the valleys, Plenty's everywhere, And pleasure swells the chorus Till we conquer care. Sing a song of good times! That's the tune for me; The bow's upon the fiddle And the fiddle's full of glee! It's swing your pardners, honey, And swing them all the night; The good times call the measures And we're dancing to the light! |
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