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 I can not sing the old songs now!
 It is not that I deem them low,
  'Tis read more 
 I can not sing the old songs now!
 It is not that I deem them low,
  'Tis that I can't remember how
   They go. 
 We are tenting tonight on the old camp ground,
 Give us a song to cheer.  
 We are tenting tonight on the old camp ground,
 Give us a song to cheer. 
 She makes her hand hard with labour, and her heart soft with 
pity: and when winter evenings fall early read more 
 She makes her hand hard with labour, and her heart soft with 
pity: and when winter evenings fall early (sitting at her merry 
wheel), she sings a defiance to the giddy wheel of 
fortune . . . and fears no manner of ill because she means none. 
 He play'd an ancient ditty long since mute,
 In Provence call'd, "La belle dame sans merci."  
 He play'd an ancient ditty long since mute,
 In Provence call'd, "La belle dame sans merci." 
Always keep a song in your heart - it's like karaoke for the voices in your head
Always keep a song in your heart - it's like karaoke for the voices in your head
Songs consecrate to truth and liberty.
Songs consecrate to truth and liberty.
 Men, even when alone, lighten their labors by song, however rude 
it may be.
 [Lat., Etiam singulorum fatigatio read more 
 Men, even when alone, lighten their labors by song, however rude 
it may be.
 [Lat., Etiam singulorum fatigatio quamlibet se rudi modulatione 
solatur.] 
All this for a song.
All this for a song.
 I think, whatever mortals crave,
 With impotent endeavor,
  A wreath--a rank--a throne--a grave--
   The read more 
 I think, whatever mortals crave,
 With impotent endeavor,
  A wreath--a rank--a throne--a grave--
   The world goes round forever;
    I think that life is not too long,
     And therefore I determine,
      That many people read a song,
       Who will not read a sermon.