But still when all seems lost on earth / Then heaven sets a sign— / Kneel down beside your lonely bed, / And I will kneel by mine, / And let us pray for happy days— / Like those of long ago. / Ah! had we knelt together then / We’do not have parted so.

Castle, built of marble that was cut and reared with painBy the poor and starving wretches who were serfs on that domain—All the jewel-studded windows shone at sunset like a fire,And a diamond was flashing from the needle of the spire.

The shearers squint along the board to catch the Boss’s boots;

We respected the cook; but the name of a Boss was a blot in our book.

From our black bread and our vodka — asking naught, and undismayed — / From our never-empty cradles! — we are coming to your aid.

Pour , ye mocking rains, and rattle, / On the bare, brown, grassless plain, / On the shrivelled hides of cattle, / That shall ne'er want grass again.

A restless, homeless class they are / Who tramp in Borderland. / They take their rest ’neath moon and star — / Their bed the desert sand,

A tramp was trampin’ on the road — / The afternoon was warm an’ muggy — / And by-and-by he chanced to meet / A parsin ridin’ in a buggy. / Said he: 'As follerers ov the Loard, / To do good offices we oughter!' / An’ from a water-bag he poured, / An’ guv the tramp, a drink er water.

You love me, you say, and I think you do, / But I know so many who don’t, / And how can I say I’ll be true to you / When I know very well that I won’t? / I have journeyed long and my goal is far, / I love, but I cannot bide, / For as sure as rises the morning star, / With the break of day I’ll ride. / I was doomed to ruin or doomed to mar / The home wherever I stay, / But I’ll think of you as the morning star / And they call me Break o’ Day.

Splitting timber for the fencing, Stripping bark to roof the shed.