Some folks like to sigh,
Some folks do, some folks do;
Some folks long to die,
But that's not me nor you.

Long live the merry merry heart
That laughs by night and day,
Like the Queen of Mirth
No matter what some folks say.

Some folks fear to smile,
Some folks do, some folks do
Other laugh through the guile,
But that's not me nor you.

Some folks fret and scold
Some folks do, some folks do
They'll soon be dead and cold,
But that's not me nor you.

Some folks get gray hairs,
Some folks do, some folks do
Brooding o'er their cares,
But that's not me nor you.

Some folks toil and save,
Some folks do, some folks do
To buy themselves a grave,
But that's not me nor you.