the world is uncommon
the world is unkind
the world is undon-in'
or is it my mind
 
i went to the stable
to get me a ride
i saddled me horse
with only its hide
 
we lit out with our kepis
headed for doom
though me and me chappies
had not left my room
 
we sped like white whiskers
blown by the wind
white bones to the riskers
as we rattle �?the din

 

to-toot went the bugle
to-too went we-oui
to-too to the bounty
thou hads’t upon we

 

to-toot to the riders
to-toot to the chief
to-too as we’re dancin�?BR>on yon-pimlico beach

 

to-too went the cannon
to-too we’re too steep
to-too as thy tannins
up-nose do they creep

 

i wish my heart broken
to feel something sweet
to know who’ll be ownin�?BR>my soul as i sleep

 

i wish thy heart burning
so close unto mine
to mount the great stairway
at the close of the line

 

where storm-clouds are meeting
in mayhem sublime
to live without beating
ourselves �?one last time

 

the world is uncommon
the world is unkind
the world is undon-in'
it’s here �?in my mind

 

for the lonely - the lost - the hurt - oh - the cost

 

always,

m