I'm the lad that's free and easy, Wheresoe'er I chance to be, And I'll do my best to please ye, If you will but list to me, So let the world jog as it will, I'll be free and easy still. Some there are who meet their troubles, Others drown their cares in drink, All one's trials are but bubbles, Fretting forges many a link. The great have cares I little know of, All that glitters is not gold; Merit is seldom made a show of, And true worth is rarely bold. Then why waste our time in fretting, The longest lane must have an end; Industry strives hard in getting Stores, for knaves and fools to spend. I care for all, yet care for no man, Those who mean well should not fear, I like a man, and love a woman, What else makes this life so dear? |