Isle of St Helena/Dull Care

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DULL CARE.
Begone, dull care, I pray thee begone from meBegone, dull care, you and I can never agree, ​Long time thou hast been tarrying here, and fain thou would’st me kill,But faith, dull care, you never shall have thy will
Too much care will make a young man grey,And too much care will turn an old man to clay;My wife shall dance, and I shall sing so merrily pass the day,For I hold it one of the wisest things, to drive dull care away.
FINIS.
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