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