Some folks like to sigh,
Some folks do, some folks do;
Some folks long to die,
But that's not me nor you.
CHORUS
 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,
Others laugh through guile,
But that's not me nor you.
(CHORUS)

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.
(CHORUS)

Some folks get grey hairs,
Some folks do, some folks do;
Brooding o'er their cares,
But that's not me nor you.
(CHORUS)

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