English poem
Ii
by John Stephen Farmer (1854–1916)
Some wonder how the Fly holds out, So rotten 'tis, within, without; So loaded too, through thick and thin, And with such heavy creturs IN. But, Lord, 't will last our time--or if The wheels should, now and then, get stiff, Oil of Palm's the thing that, flowing, Sets the naves and felloes going. So ya-hip, Hearties! etc.