Laugh and be merry, remember, better the world with a song,
Better the world with a blow in the teeth of a wrong
Laugh, for the time is brief, a thread the length of a span
Laugh and be proud to belong to the old proud pageant of man
They have spent theircontent of simpering,holding their lips thisand that way, windingthe lines betweentheir brows
Old folksallow their bellies to jiggle like slowtambourines
The hollersrise up and spillover any way they want
When o...
I made hay while the sun shone
My work sold
Now, if the harvest is
And the world cold,
'Oh
Jesus Christ
I'm hit,' he said; and died
Whether he vainly cursed or prayed indeed,
It was far in the sameness of the wood;
I was running with joy on the Demon’s trail,
Though I knew what I hunted was no true god.
It was just as the light was beginning to fail