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Why should we at our lot complain,
Or grieve at our distress?
Some think if they could riches gain,
Ah! we’re much to blame,
We’re all the same —
Alike we’re made of clay;
Then, since we have a Savior dear,
Let’s drive all care away.
Why should the rich despise the poor?
Why should the poor repine?
A little time will make us all
In equal friendship join.
Ah! we’re much to blame,
We’re all the same —
Alike we’re made of clay;
Then, since we have a Savior dear,
Let’s drive all care away.
The only circumstance of life
That ever I could find
To soften cares and temper strife
Was a contented mind;
Ah! we’re much to blame,
We’re all the same —
Alike we’re made of clay;
Then, since we have a Savior dear,
Let’s drive all care away.
When age, old creeping age comes on,
And we are young no more,
Let’s all repent the sins we’ve done,
Nor grieve that youth is o’er;
Ah! we’re much to blame,
We’re all the same —
Alike we’re made of clay;
Then, since we have a Savior dear,
Let’s drive all care away.
We’ll more faithful be
Than formerly,
And constantly to pray;
Then, since we have a Savior dear,
Let’s drive all care away.
Ah! we’re much to blame,
We’re all the same —
Alike we’re made of clay;
Then, since we have a Savior dear,
Let’s drive all care away.
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Meter:
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.) and refra
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Dates:
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1806
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MUSIC
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Name:
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DULL CARE
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Meter:
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.) and refra
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Writer(s):
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Dates:
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1844
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