TO THE SUN

Shine on, Old Top, shine on!

Across the realms of space

Shine on!

What though I'm in a sorry case?

What though my collar is a wreck,

And hangs a rag about my neck?

What though at food I can but peck?

Never you mind!

Shine on!

Shine on, Old Top, shine on!

Through leagues of lifeless air

Shine on!

It's true I've no more shirts to wear,

My underwear is soaked,‘ tis true,

My gullet is a redhot flue —

But do n't let that unsettle you!

Never you mind!

Shine on!