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JOG on, jog on, the footpath way,
And merrily hent the stile-a:
A merry heart goes all the day,
Your sad tires in a mile-a.


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BLOW, blow, thou winter wind,

Thou art not so unkind

As man's ingratitude!

Thy tooth is not so keen,

Because thou art not seen,

Although thy breath be rude.

Heigh, ho sing heigh, ho! unto the green holly:
Most friendship is feigning, most loving mere folly.
Then heigh, ho, the holly!

This life is most jolly.

Freeze, freeze, thou bitter sky,
That dost not bite so nigh

As benefits forgot!
Though thou the waters warp,
Thy sting is not so sharp

As friend remember'd not.

Heigh, ho! &c. &c.


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