For ever and ever to keep on the trudge,
And always find something to do.
"Oh! there is nothing like having our day—
Taking our pleasure and ease while we may—
Bathing ourselves in the bright, mellow ray
That comes from the warm, golden sun!
Whilst I am up in the light and the air,
You, a sad picture of labor and care,
Still have some hard, heavy burden to bear,
And work that you never get done.