The days are short and the nights are long
And the wind is nipping cold.
The tasks are hard and the sums are wrong
And the teachers often scold.
But Johnny Macree, oh, what cares he,
As he whistles along the way,
As he whistles along the way?
It will all come right by tomorrow night,
Says Johnny Macree today.

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Oh, all the money that e'er I spent,
I spent it in good company,
And all the harm that e'er I did,
Alas! it was to none but me,
And all I've done for want of wit
To memory now I can't recall,
So fill to me the parting glass.
Good night, and joy be with you all!