The world is a bundle of hay, Mankind are the asses that pull, Each tugs in a different way And the greatest of all is John Bull!
And if I laugh at any mortal thing, 'Tis that I may not weep.
But there are wanderers o'er Eternity Whose bark drives on and on, and anchor'd ne'er shall be.
No ear can hear nor tongue can tell the tortures of the inward hell!
A legal broom's a moral chimney-sweeper, And that's the reason he himself's so dirty
Old man! 'Tis not difficult to die.