Z 269 Prithee ben’t so sad and serious. lyrics

Prithee ben’t so sad and serious.

Noting’s got by grief or cares

Melancholy’s too imperious

Where it comes still domineers

But if business, love or sorrow

That possesses thus my mind

Bid om come again to morrow

We are now lo mirth inclined.

Let the glass run its round

And each good fellow keep his ground

And if there be any filcher found

We’ll have, well have his soul new coined.