It is to Work

We all get tired o’ workin’

     The weary, weary day;

There never seems no endin’,

     It’s plug an’ plug away.

Till sore of heart an’ muscle

     We drop our weary head,

An’ wish that we could waken

     To idleness instead.

We all get tired o’ workin’,

     And hanker fur a change;

We’re lookin’ fur the sunshine

     That lies beyond the range.

But when we lose in labor,

     An’ have to loaf O, then

We walk the cheerless pavements

     The loneliest uv men!

So let us keep a-workin’,

     Let’s keep the hammers on;

Tomorrer is uncertain,

     Today will soon be gone.

We may be tired o’ workin’,

     An’ wish the day wuz done;

But uv the way uv troubles

     Let’s choose the shorter one.

Sept. 25, 1910