The "Bab" Ballads/To the Terrestrial Globe

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To the Terrestrial Globe (1865)
by W.S. Gilbert
1689977To the Terrestrial Globe1865W.S. Gilbert

TO THE TERRESTRIAL GLOBE.

BY A MISERABLE WRETCH.

ROLL on, thou ball, roll on!
Through pathless realms of Space
Roll 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 air
Roll 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.