I know that the world, the great big world,

Will never a moment stop

To see which dog may be in fault,

But will shout for the dog on top.

But for me, I shall never pause to ask

Which dog may be in the right,

For my heart will beat, while it beats at all,

For the under dog in the fight.

Perchance what I’ve said were better not said,

Or ’twere better I’d said it incog;