De lazy man does all he can to stop its whirlin' round.
If he was king he'd loaf an' sing—and guzzle, I'll be bound,
He always shirk de hardest work, an' t'ink he's awful clebbar,
But boder his head to earn his bread, Oh! no, he'll nebber, nebber.
Chorus—Oh when de sun, etc.
De selfish man would rader dan put out his hand to work,
Let women toil, an' sweat and moil—as wicked as de Turk.
De cream ob eberyt'ing he wants, let oders hab de skim;
In fact de wurld and all it holds was only made for him.
Chorus—Oh when de sun, etc.