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A GLEE.

Sung by Messrs. PYNE, NELSON, Miss WITHAM, and Master
LONGHURST.—Composed by Mr. ROOKE.


We, who the wide world make our home;
  The barren heath our cheerful bed;
Careless o’er mount and moor we roam,
  And never tears of sorrow shed.
           But merrily, O! Merrily, O!
           Through this world of care we go.

Love, that a palace left in tears,
  Flew to our houseless feast of mirth:
For here, unfetter’d, beauty cheers,
 The heaven alone that’s found on earth!
           Then merrily, O! Merrily, O!
           Through this world of care we go.