Some think the world is made for fun and frolic   And so do I! And so do I!   Some think it well to be all melancholic   To pine and sigh, to pine and sigh   But I, I love to spend my time in singing   Some joyous song, some joyous song   To set the air with music bravely ringing   Is far from wrong, is far from wrong   Harken! Harken! Music sounds afar   Tralala... Joy is everywhere, funiculi funicula!   Ah me! 'Tis strange that some should take to sighing   And like it well, and like it well   For me, I have not thought it worth the trying   So cannot tell, so cannot tell   With laugh and dance and song the day soon passes   Full soon is gone, full soon is gone   For mirth was made for joyous lads and lasses   To call their own, to call their own