Classic Poem

Link your arm in mine, my lad —
You and I together,
You and I and all the rest
Shall face the winter weather.
CHORUS

Some to good, and some to harm,
Some to cheer the others,
All the world goes arm in arm,
And all the men are brothers.

Fortune kicks us here and there,
Small our role in life, lad.
Better paltry pace, howe'er,
Than hero-laurelled strife, lad.

While there's liquor to be had,
Deeply drain the bickers.
Ocean plays at marbles, lad,
With men of war for knickers.

Who will ever hear of me?
Who will hear of you, lad?
Devil take posterity
And present people too, lad!

I have work enough to do,
Strength enough to do it —
I have work and so have you,
So put your shoulder to it!

Some do half that I can do,
Some can do the double,
Some must rule for me and you,
To save ourselves the trouble!

Who would envy yonder man
Decorated thus, lad?
We are workingmen for him,
And he's an earl for us, lad!