To the Terrestrial Globeby a Miserable Wretchby William Schwenck GilbertRoll on, thou ball, roll on!Through pathless realms of SpaceRoll on!What though I'm in a sorry case?What though I cannot meet my bills?What though I suffer toothache's ills?What though I swallow countless pills?Never you mind!Roll on!Roll on, thou ball, roll on!Through seas of inky airRoll on!It's true I've got no shirts to wear;It's true my butcher's bill is due;It's true my prospects all look blue -But don't let that unsettle you!Never you mind!Roll on![It rolls on.]
Friday, March 28, 2025
To the Terrestrial Globe by William Schwenck Gilbert
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