O, Don’t be sorrowful, darling!
  Now, don’t be sorrowful, pray;
For, taking the year together, my dear,
  There isn’t more night than day.
It ’s rainy weather, my loved one;
  Time’s wheels they heavily run;
But taking the year together, my dear,
  There isn’t more cloud than sun.

We ’re old folks now, companion,—
  Our...