A grin for a withered time
Merry on, merry on
Oh won't you please carry on
Someone's to hang
Someone's too free
Someone's to fun
My golden ones have all fallen asleep
We sleep, we rest for when
You are statues, relics of the spring
First have seconds, first have quartered and lined
Someone's to hang
Someone's too free
Someone's to fun
Embers knotted, passions resigned
Canned hidden, set our circular sights
Merry on, merry on
Oh won't you please carry on
Someone's to hang
Someone's too free
Someone's to fun

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