But nobody cares, for here lies a tramp.
Johnny lies here all sweet and serene;
Johnny ate apples both sour and green.
On earth it may rain, hail and snow,
But the climate is different, here below.
The day-time is light and the night-time is dark;
Did anyone know me—my name was John Clark?
I never thought skating in winter was nice;
But where I am now I wish they had ice.
Neither flesh nor blood rest beneath these stones;