A MERRY LIFE. 



LAUREL Music READER. 

 Some think the world is made for fun and frolic, 



And so do I. And so do I. 

 Some think it well to be all melancholic, 



To pine and sigh, To pine and sigh. 

 But I, I love to spend my time in singing 



Some joyous song, Some joyous song. 

 To set the air with music bravely ringing, 



Is far from wrong. Is far from wrong. 



CHORUS : 



Harken, Harken, Music sounds afar. 

 Harken, Harken, Music sounds afar. 

 Tra-la-la-la, tra-la-la-la, tra-la-la-la, tra-la-la-la, 

 Joy is everywhere, Tra-la-la-la, tra-la-la-la. 



Ah, me, 'tis strange that some should take to sighing, 



And like it well. And like it well. 

 For me, I have not thought it worth the trying, 



So cannot tell. So cannot tell. 

 With laugh, and dance, and song, the day soon passes, 



Full soon is gone, Full soon is gone. 

 For mirth was made for joyous lads and lassies 



To call their own. To call their own. 



WHISTLING JOE. 



LEAFLET XI. 



There's a sound in early dawning, 

 Shrill and clear it rings each morning, 

 Ev'ry thought of slumber scorning; 



Hear him, Whistling Joe ! 

 'Tis when the world from sleep is waking, 

 While to work his way he's taking, 

 L/oud the music he is making^ 



Hear him whistling! [Whistle] 



Hear him whistling! [Whistle] 



Merry Whistling Joe ! 



Hid in trees, his tune completing, 

 Robins sing their notes in greeting, 

 For a word they seem entreating; 



Merry Whistling Joe ! 

 And tho' the day be dark and dreary, 

 Still we hear his whistle cheery; 

 He is never sad or weary; 



Hear him whistling! [Whistle] 



Hear him whistling! [Whistle] 



Merry Whistling Joe ! 



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