But there's one thing safe to wager on,
"That mind's the standard of the Man."
They may chain me fast unto the rock,
And bind both hands and feet;
They may keep me far off in the dark,
Where friends I cannot meet;
They may call me vile and wicked wretch,
And murderer and thief;
They may say I am an infidel
And steeped in unbelief;
They may say I'm false and awful bad,
And lend not a helping hand;
They may sow the seed North, East, South, West,
Far, far throughout the land;
They may go right on with falsity
And it publish like a ban,
But there's one thing safe to wager on,