Funiculi, funicula

Some think the world is made for fun and frolic
And so do I!
Some think it well to be all melancholic
To pine and sigh;
But I, I love to spend my time in singing
Some joyous song;
To set the air with music bravely ringing
Is far from wrong!
Listen! Listen! echoes sound afar!
Listen! Listen! echoes sound afar!
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Echoes sound afar! funiculi, funicula'
Some think it wrong to set the feet a-dancing
But not so I;
Some think that eyes should keep from coyly glancing
Upon the sly!
But oh! to me the mazy dance is charming
Divinely sweet
And surely there is nought that is alarming
In nimble feet?
Listen! Listen! music sounds afar!
Listen! Listen! music sounds afar!
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Music sounds afar! funiculi, funicula'
Ah me! 'tis strange that some should take to sighing
And like it well;
For me, I have not thought it worth the trying
So cannot tell!
With laugh and dance and song the day soon passes
Full soon is gone
For mirth was made for joyous lads and lasses
To call their own!
Listen! Listen! hark! the soft guitar!
Listen! Listen! hark! the soft guitar!
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Hark! the soft guitar! funiculi funicula'