I've watched my duty, straight an' true, an' tried to do it well; Part of the time kept heaven in view, An' part steered clear of hell.

I've watched my duty, straight an' true, an' tried to do it well; Part of the time kept heaven in view, An' part steered clear of hell.

But I have learned a thing or two; I know as sure as fate, when we lock up our lives for wealth, the gold key comes too late.

Over all our happy country - over all our Nation spread, Is a band of noble heroes - is our Army of the Dead.

If there's a heaven upon the earth, a fellow knows it when He's been away from home a week, and then gets back again.

Over the hill to the poor-house I'm trudgin' my weary way.

Worm or beetle - drought or tempest - on a farmer's land may fall, Each is loaded full o' ruin, but a mortgage beats 'em all.