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.

Thanksgiving-day, I fear, If one the solemn truth must touch, Is celebrated, not so much To thank the Lord for blessing o'er, As for the sake of getting more!

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

We thank Thee, O Father of all, for... all the soul-help that sad souls understand.

Cover them over with beautiful flowers, Deck them with garlands, those brothers of ours, Lying so silent by night and by day.

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.