I reckon the party who sets up on high
He may wish for a moment that’s calm.
It’s awful to set there an’ find by-an’-by
That you’ve done gone an’ set on a bomb.
I calculate, if they should blow up a king,
In spite of the good he has done,
Nary king he will be;
But me, as for me,
I’ll be settin’ right here in the sun.