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To the Terrestrial Globe

Fun n.s. II - 30th Sept. 1865


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 have 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.

Illustration added by Gilbert in 1898

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