Some folks like to sigh, some folks do, some folks do;
Some folks long to die, but that's not me nor you.
Long live the merry, merry heart
That laughs by night or day,
Like the Queen of Mirth,
No matter what some folks say.

Some folks fear to smile, some folks do, some folks do;
Others laugh through guile, but that's not me nor you.
Long live the merry, merry heart
That laughs by night or day;
Like the Queen of Mirth,
No matter what some folks say.

Some folks fret and scold, some folks do, some folks do;
They'll soon be dead and cold, but that's not me nor you.
Long live the merry, merry heart
That laughs by night or day;
Like the Queen of Mirth,
No matter what some folks say.

Some folks have gray hairs, some folks do, some folks do;
Brooding o'er their cares, but that's not me nor you.
Long live the merry, merry heart
That laughs by night or day;
Like the Queen of Mirth,
No matter what some folks say.

Some folks toil and slave, some folks do, some folks do;
To buy themselves a grave, but that's not me nor you.
Long live the merry, merry heart
That laughs by night or day;
Like the Queen of Mirth,
No matter what some folks say.

Long live the merry, merry heart
That laughs by night or day!
Like the Queen of Mirth,
No matter what some folks say!