This text comes from A First Series of Hymns and Songs, a historical songbook transcribed on Wikisource and reproduced from the pinned revision linked below.
Begone, dull care, I prithee begone from me;
Begone, dull care, you and I shall never agree.
Long time thou hast been tarrying here
And fain thou wouldst me kill,
But i' faith, dull care,
Thou never shalt have thy will.
For too much care is health and strength's decay;
And too much thought, it wears the mind away.
Then away with gloom and sorrow,
And merrily pass the day,
For I hold it one of the wisest things
To drive dull care away.