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

Harken! Harken! Music sounds afar
Tralala, Joy is everywhere, funiculi funicula!
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 lasses
To call their own, to call their own