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When life seems made of pains and pangs (Reginald de Koven)

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Editor: Christopher Hapka (submitted 2008-07-17).   Score information: Letter, 5 pages, 214 kbytes   Copyright: Personal
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Title: When life seems made of pains and pangs
Composer: Reginald de Koven
Lyricist: Clement Scott

Number of voices: 5vv   Voicing: SSTBB
Genre: SecularAria

Language: English
Instruments: Piano
Published: 1890

Description: No. 23 from "Robin Hood".

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Original text and translations

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1. When life seems made of pains and pangs,
I sing my tooralloorallay,
When bill collectors spout harrangues,
I sing my tooralloorallay.
No matter what care on us may bear,
What tho' our clothes be out of style?
Though poverty's ills bring bitter pills,
I'll swallow them and smile the while,
Their bitterness beguile!

R.:
Sing tiddy fa la,
sing fafa la la la la!
As life is short, let life be gay,
It only lasts for a summer day,
So ev'ry care pray cast away
By singing your toorallay.
Sing tiddy fa la. Sing tooralloorallay!
Ah! life is short, let life be gay,
It only lasts for a summer day,
So carking care pray cast away,
Sing tiddy fa la la lay.
Sing fa la lay!

2. When no one laughs at jokes I make,
I sing my tooralloorallay,
And when I have a hard toothache,
I sing my tooralloorallay.
When dinners are cold and old wives scold,
I sing until my throat is sore.
When terrible gout doth make me shout,
I only sing a trifle more
Than e'er I sang before!
R.

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