Begone, dull care! I prithee begone from me! Begone, dull care! you and I shall never agree. Long time hast thou been tarrying here And fain thou woulds't me kill, But, i' faith, dull care, Thou never shall have my will. Too much care will make a young man turn grey, And too much care will turn an old man to clay. My wife shall dance and I will sing And merrily pass the day For I hold it one of the wisest things To drive dull care away.
- by Anonymous / Unidentified Author ( 17th cent. ) , "Begone, dull care!", from English Lyrical Verse - King's Treasuries [author's text not yet checked against a primary source]
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive)
- by (Edward) Benjamin Britten (1913 - 1976), "Begone, dull care!", op. 7 no. 1, published 1935 [children's chorus and piano], from Friday Afternoons, no. 1. [text verified 1 time]
Researcher for this text: Tom White
This text was added to the website: 2007-10-01
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Word count: 89