When sorrows come sobbing
To clutch at the breast,
When trouble comes robbing
The heart of its rest,
When cash columns addle
The brain as they may;
Swing into the saddle,
To horse and away!
To horse and away
To the heart of the fray!
Fling Care to the Devil for one merry day!
When tradesmen importune,
When duns make advance,
When fickle Dame Fortune
Is frowning askance.
When Love's looking lonely
And Life's looking grey,
There s one solace only
To horse and away!
To horse and away
With spurs in the bay!
Sling Care to perdition for one merry day!
Behind each gay rider
Sits Care, we are told,
With dark hair to hide her,
And clinging hands cold;
If swift we be flying
Care cannot but sway
And fall! Leave her lying;
To horse and away!
To horse and away!
Where she fell let her stay !
Hark for'ard! And leave her Care dead for a day!
