So I have talked with Betsey and Betsey has talked with me, And we have agreed together that we can't never agree
If we who have sailed together<br/>Flit out of each other's view,<br/>The world will sail on, I think,<br/>Just as it used to do.
Careful with fire, is good advice, we know:<br/>Careful with words, is ten times doubly so.<br/>Thoughts unexpressed may sometimes fall back dead;<br/>But God himself can't kill them when they're said.
Underneath an apple-tree<br/>Sat a maiden and her lover;<br/>And the thoughts within her he<br/>Yearned, in silence, to discover.<br/>Round them danced the sunbeams bright,<br/>Green the grass-lawn stretched before them<br/>While the apple blossoms white<br/>Hung in rich profusion o'er them.
To appreciate heaven well, it's good for a person to have some fifteen minutes of hell.
I've watched my duty, straight an' true,<br/>An' tried to do it well;<br/>Part of the time kept heaven in view,<br/>An' part steered clear of hell.
We arg'ed the thing at breakfast, we arg'ed the thing at tea, And the more we arg'ed the question, the more we didn't agree
Worm or beetle -- drought or tempest -- on a farmer's land may fall,<br/>Each is loaded full o' ruin, but a mortgage beats 'em all.
Things at home are crossways, and Betsy and I are out.
If there's a heaven upon the earth, a fellow knows it when<br/>He's been away from home a week, and then gets back again.
I've watched my duty, straight an' true, an' tried to do it well; Part of the time kept heaven in view, An' part steered clear of hell.
To appreciate heaven well 'T is good for a man to have some fifteen minutes of hell.
Betsy, like all good women, had a temper of her own.
Over all our happy country - over all our Nation spread, Is a band of noble heroes - is our Army of the Dead.
But I have learned a thing or two; I know as sure as fate, when we lock up our lives for wealth, the gold key comes too late.