By A Miserable WretchRoll on, thou ball, roll on!
Through pathless realms of Space Roll on!
What though I'm in a sorry case?
What though I cannot meet my bills?
What though I suffer toothache's ills?
What though I swallow countless pills?
Never YOU mind!
Roll on!
Roll on, thou ball, roll on!
Through seas of inky air Roll on!
It's true I've got no shirts to wear;
It's true my butcher's bill is due;
It's true my prospects all look blue -
But don't let that unsettle you!
Never YOU mind!
Roll on!
[IT ROLLS ON.
