Owain Phyfe - Heart's Ease lyrics

Sing care away with sport and play, pastime is all our pleasure Well we fare, for nought we care, in mirth consists our treasure 'Tis the best to live at rest, take as God doth send it To haunt each wake, mirth to make, and with good fellows spend it Oh, nothing is worse than a full purse to churls and to pinchers They always spare and live in care - no one loves such flinchers Merry man with cup and can lives longer than do twenty The miser's wealth doth harm his health; examples we have plenty What doth avail the hour to wail with pensiveness in sorrow? Who can tell that he shall well live here until the morrow? We'll therefore, forevermore, while this our life is lasting Eat, drink, and sleep; merry keep; to saintly folk leave fasting Sing care away with sport and play, pastime is all our pleasure Well we fare, for nought we care, in mirth consists our treasure 'Tis the best to live at rest, take as God doth send it To haunt each wake, mirth to make, and with good fellows spend it Sing care away with sport and play, pastime is all our pleasure Well we fare, for nought we care, in mirth consists our treasure 'Tis the best to live at rest, take as God doth send it To haunt each wake, mirth to make, and with good fellows spend it