Ol’ 42

Beat the drum slowly

and play the fife lowly


carry on, carry on

on these bitter, jagged stones,

listen to the echo

of beautiful music

in the valley

of the shadow of death,

march to the beat

of another drum

and put some pep in it

while you’re at it,

sing a song, a long song,

a short song,

sing it til the air

is absent from your lungs,


sing again

“Why are you cast down,

O my soul?

And why are you

disquieted within me?

Hope in God;

For I shall yet praise Him,

The help of my countenance

and my God.”

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