Worm or beetle - drought or tempest - on a farmer`s land may fall, Each is loaded full o` ruin, but a mortgage beats `em all.
I`ve watched my duty, straight an` true, an` tried to do it well; Part of the time kept heaven in view, An` part steered clear of hell.
If there`s a heaven upon the earth, a fellow knows it when He`s been away from home a week, and then gets back again.
Over all our happy country - over all our Nation spread, Is a band of noble heroes - is our Army of the Dead.
But I have learned a thing or two; I know as sure as fate, when we lock up our lives for wealth, the gold key comes too late.
To appreciate heaven well, it`s good for a person to have some fifteen minutes of hell.
Things at home are crossways, and Betsy and I are out.