SING IT
Ifyou’ve a good song to be sung,—A song of laughter or of rollicking cheerTo rouse to smiles this world so dark and drear,A song that takes the grief from sorrow’s bitter cupAnd turns the bloom of joy and pleasure up,—Sing it!If you’ve a good song to be sung,—What matters how untuned your lyre may be,What matters that it rings discordantly,Only that your heart is welling o’erWith joyous strains that may fill out life’s score,—Sing it!
Ifyou’ve a good song to be sung,—A song of laughter or of rollicking cheerTo rouse to smiles this world so dark and drear,A song that takes the grief from sorrow’s bitter cupAnd turns the bloom of joy and pleasure up,—Sing it!If you’ve a good song to be sung,—What matters how untuned your lyre may be,What matters that it rings discordantly,Only that your heart is welling o’erWith joyous strains that may fill out life’s score,—Sing it!
Ifyou’ve a good song to be sung,—A song of laughter or of rollicking cheerTo rouse to smiles this world so dark and drear,A song that takes the grief from sorrow’s bitter cupAnd turns the bloom of joy and pleasure up,—Sing it!
Ifyou’ve a good song to be sung,—
A song of laughter or of rollicking cheer
To rouse to smiles this world so dark and drear,
A song that takes the grief from sorrow’s bitter cup
And turns the bloom of joy and pleasure up,—
Sing it!
If you’ve a good song to be sung,—What matters how untuned your lyre may be,What matters that it rings discordantly,Only that your heart is welling o’erWith joyous strains that may fill out life’s score,—Sing it!
If you’ve a good song to be sung,—
What matters how untuned your lyre may be,
What matters that it rings discordantly,
Only that your heart is welling o’er
With joyous strains that may fill out life’s score,—
Sing it!