198 THE FOGY DAYS AND NOAY ; 



Still have our manhood, all our pluck, 



While we live we'll strike away ; 

 If our coffers have failed to fill. 



We trust we struck for higher pa)'. 

 Then who is poor? it can't be us, 



It might be the rich to-morrow ; 

 To leave behind what we have named, 



Can only cause us sorrow. 

 From the old fiddle, horn and pipe, 



From these we'll have to sever; 

 Wife and boy we'll meet again. 



No more to part, no more forever. 

 We doubt not God will care for us 



As long as he lets us stay. 

 So will wait and laugh, be content. 



Whilst fleeting time is called to day. 

 More than all, the blessed hope 



Of Christ, through riches of his grace; 

 Oh ! what joys we expect in Him, 



When we reach the heavenly place. 



