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MY father was no pessimist; he loved the things of earth, -- / Its cheerfulness and sunshine, its music and its mirth.
He never sighed or moped around whenever things went wrong, -- / I warrant me he'd mocked at fate with some defiant song; / But, being he warn't much on tune, when times looked sort o' blue, / He'd whistle softly to himself this only tune he knew, --