Old Mother Earth is very kind,
From her Bounteous Store to give,
But don't forget bear this in mind,
We all must Work to Live.

Some per chance hold other views,
But let this be the Rule,
All could win and none would lose,
Then who dare be a Fool.

If when dead we are equal made,
In life let's play the game,
Never let it thus be said,
Through selfishness yea rose to fame.

Then let us have a Heaven on Earth,
The parasites and robbers shamed,
Willing Workers full of mirth,
A Gallant, Glorious, Virtuous Band.

	
Note the address at the end of the original:
Mid-Lothian, N.B. (North Britain!)