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

So I have talked with Betsey and Betsey has talked with me, And we have agreed together that we can't never agree

Cover them over with beautiful flowers, Deck them with garlands, those brothers of ours, Lying so silent by night and by day Sleeping the years of their manhood away. Give them the meed they have won in the past; Give them the honors their future forcast; Give them the chaplets they won in the strife; Give them the laurels they lost with their life.

To appreciate heaven well, it's good for a person to have some fifteen minutes of hell.

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

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.