There's a lot of wisdom in fold music. Thinking of this Irish diddy: THE JUG OF PUNCH, by Francis McPeake

LAST VERSE: If I drink too much, well my money's my own, And them as don't like me can leave me alone. But I'll tune my fiddle and I'll rosin my bow, And I'll be welcome wherever I go..... Too ra loo, etc.

Forget the few and relish the many. Jim