weight
Of powder to blow ’em to Beelzebub’s
strait.
Then’s the chance to be grum if ye’re taken
that style
And are sort of inclined to the blues;
When luck is ag’in ye’tis whimper or smile,
Whichever’s your notion to choose.
Now I—I am sort of inclined to the grins,
So, after a loaf on the rail,