You all have seen the vagabond As he went singing in the dawn Without a worry in the world I've never seen a gipsy who Could be a gipsy through and through And have a worry in the world All merry men are minstrels then Who keep their troubles locked inside And don't inflict them on the world Isn't there something to be said For leaving your troubles home in bed And never taking them to the road The sailor cruising into town Is not afraid to be a clown Without a worry in the world No cowboy with an ounce of pride Will mount his horse and ride And have a worry in the world All merry men are minstrels then Who keep their troubles locked inside And don't inflict them on the world Isn't there something to be said For leaving your troubles home in bed And never taking them to the road If I must love then let me love As thought I've never loved before Without a worry in the world If I must go then let me go And only gently close the door All merry men are minstrels then Who keep their troubles locked inside And don't inflict them on the world Isn't there something to be said For having had someone instead Of never have had any at all Without a worry in the world Without a worry in the world Yes I've got troubles of my own I'll try to solve them all alone I won't inflict them on the world