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YE frolicksome sparks of the game, Ye misers both wretched and old, Come listen to Billy by name, Who once had his hat full of gold: And seven score acres of land, With corn and cattle in store, But now I have none at command, Yet my heart is as gay as before. My father was cloathed in leather, My mother in sheep russel grey, They labourd in all sorts of weather, That I might go gallant and gay; With my rapier hat mounted with feather My heart too as light as a cork, And what the old folks scrapd together, I spread it abroad with my fork. The merchant who trades on the sea, For riches you very well know, His heart can neer be at ease, When terrible tempests do blow; His happiness is v[e]rry small, For fear of some terrible news, But he that has got nothing at all, Has little or nothing to lose. Shoud they make me a justice of peace, An alderman, sheriff, or lord mayor, With riches my cares would encrease, And throw me quite into despair; I love to be jolly and free, Ill neer be concernd in the state, My mind is a kingdom to me, Theres danger in being too great. Some say that care killd a cat, It starvd her and causd her to die; But I will be wiser then that, For the devil a care will have I, But to toss of a jolly full bowl, To drive away sorrow and strife, Heres a health to that honest brave soul, Who never knew care in his life.