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<p>Should it be wonder, were here one<lb/> | |||
Who should be dear to thy heart<lb/> | |||
If thou will make us believe it, we do, –<lb/> | |||
<del>Still</del> We guess she is not here</p> | |||
<p>Help us only to our frolic<lb/> | |||
Begin – and let us dance<lb/> | |||
Why, thou canst find in our circle<lb/> | |||
One who perhaps will <add>be</add> reward <del>for</del> to thee.</p> | |||
<p>For my part, I cannot be sad (Frestis)<lb/> | |||
And should advice others not be so –<lb/> | |||
Sorrow makes wrincles<lb/> | |||
Sooner than one suspects it.</p> | |||
<p>But where is gaiety and mirth<lb/> | |||
There is <del>heath yough</del> heath and youth<lb/> | |||
May even the years come on<del>e</del><lb/> | |||
The old is till a youth.</p> | |||
<p>Follow me, follow, gay circle<lb/> | |||
Let <del>ring</del> <add>resound</add> your song of job<lb/> | |||
But thou be watchful, <del>on</del> whose <add>turn is</add> now<lb/> | |||
To <del>Sing after</del> guide us after me.<lb/> | |||
– (or anything similar) –</p> | |||
<p><head>Maiden III</head></p> | |||
<p>Follow me, follow, thou gay circle<lb/> | |||
Let resound your song of joy<lb/> | |||
I feel, i'tis now my turn<lb/> | |||
But I am at a loss</p> | |||
<p>Man is alone the creature<lb/> | |||
<del>Gifted</del> Who got the laugh from nature<lb/> | |||
All other animals are thumb<lb/> | |||
Thy cannot laugh is our will.</p> | |||
<p>It would be ungrateful folly<lb/> | |||
To scorn a gift so dear<lb/> | |||
I wish <unclear>here</unclear> <del>may</del> to whine and weep<lb/> | |||
To whom mirth and jollity do not please.</p> | |||
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Should it be wonder, were here one
Who should be dear to thy heart
If thou will make us believe it, we do, –
Still We guess she is not here
Help us only to our frolic
Begin – and let us dance
Why, thou canst find in our circle
One who perhaps will be reward for to thee.
For my part, I cannot be sad (Frestis)
And should advice others not be so –
Sorrow makes wrincles
Sooner than one suspects it.
But where is gaiety and mirth
There is heath yough heath and youth
May even the years come one
The old is till a youth.
Follow me, follow, gay circle
Let ring resound your song of job
But thou be watchful, on whose turn is now
To Sing after guide us after me.
– (or anything similar) –
Maiden III
Follow me, follow, thou gay circle
Let resound your song of joy
I feel, i'tis now my turn
But I am at a loss
Man is alone the creature
Gifted Who got the laugh from nature
All other animals are thumb
Thy cannot laugh is our will.
It would be ungrateful folly
To scorn a gift so dear
I wish here may to whine and weep
To whom mirth and jollity do not please.
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