For sighs an' tears an' doubts an' fears

For sighs an' tears an' doubts an' fears Prevails with greatest folly, For th' sinagog hez cockt its clog, An' th' parson's melancholy.

Tunnils sink an' navvies drink, An' chapels are upsetting; For railway shares nobody cares, An' iverybody's fretting.

The iron horse they curse of course, An' fane wud it abondon, An' loyer' fees thair pockets ease, A thousand pounds i' Londen.

Misfortunes speed as rank as weed, An' puts on such a damper, Wal th' foaks declare i' great despair, It's up wi' th' iron tramper.

The Volunteers prick up thair ears, An' mack a famos rattle; They want to run to Wimbledon, Or onny field o' battle.

Thair black cravats an' toppen'd hats Are causin' grate attraction; 'Gainst Bonepart they want to start, I' regular fightin' action.

The raw recuits hev got thair suits, Thay brag to one another, To th' first campaign thay'l tak th' train Without the slightest bother.