Chorus—Wait till the clouds roll by!
Willy, canards are flying,—
Cool skill will bring them down.
But, when the eagles gather,
Danger perchance may frown;
Give it your careful thought, my William,
Don’t be alarmed,—yet mind your eye!
But when the bogey-mongers croak, man,
Wait till the clouds roll by!
Chorus—Wait till the clouds roll by, Willy,