I'm wearied of wearying love, my friend, br Of worry and strain and doubt; br Before we begin, let us view the end, br And maybe I'll do without. br There's never the pang that was worth the tear, br And toss in the night I won't- br So either you do or you don't, my dear, br Either you do or you don't! br br The table is ready, so lay your cards br And if they should augur pain, br I'll tender you ever my kind regards br And run for the fastest train.