  Trouble will double If trouble gets room, But will pine if you leave her And die in her gloom; For trouble is lonesome And moans from the start If you face her with firmness And lock up your heart Sorrow will borrow Wherever she can, But will leave when you tell her You're never her man; Don't flirt with the vixen, Don't welcome her face, But exhort her to leave you For some warmer place. Make Trouble and Sorrow,— The couple that moans— Keep out of your pathway And limp on the stones Just let them go weeping Through all of the years; For a man is too busy To join in their tears. |
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