Oh, come and listen while I sing A song of human nature;For, high or low, we're all akin To ev'ry human creature:We're all the children of the same, The great, the "mighty mother,"And from the cradle to the grave We lean on one another.
It matters little what we wear, How high or low our station,We're all alike the slaves of sin And sons of tribulation.No matter what may be the coat With which our breasts we cover,Our hearts within are of one stuff, And link'd to one another.
The earth beneath's our common home, The heavens bending o'er us,And wheresoever we may turn Eternity's before us.Thro' pride and envy we have been But strangers to each other,But Nature meant that we should lean In love on one another.
With Adam from the bow'r of bliss We all alike were driven,And king and cadger at the last Must square accounts with heaven.We're all in need of sympathy-- Tho' pride the fact would smother--And it's as little's we can do To comfort one another.
A fool's a fool, the wide world o'er, Whate'er may be his station;A snob's a snob, tho' he may hold The sceptre of the nation.And Wisdom was ordained to rule-- (Tho' knaves that truth would smother)--That all the human race might live In love with one another.
A king may need our sympathy. For all his great attendance;Among all men there's no such thing As perfect independence.Tho' great is mighty England's heir. Poor Paddy is his brother,And from the cabin to the throne We lean on one another.
