Goodbye.

"So stand to your glasses steady,
For this is a world of lies.
Here's a glass to the dead already,
And here's to the next that dies."

Come on Stokers!—Bless my soul,
Shake it up, for we're short of coal.
Why! Old Nick will be wanting me—
We're to toss for the job you see!
O, I must have work and I guess I'm the guy
(Pardon me) to be boss on high!
So long to daylight! It's great to die!
Buck up, don't worry.—Good-bye, Good-bye!

Ah! I have poured in youthful ears
Words that will wake in after years;
Burned is my body, and scattered my bones,
Truth will be able to sum my groans!
I've failed in much I've tried to mend,
I've raised the dickens—but heaven send,
I make a brave Socratic end,
I've done my dash.—Good-bye, Good-bye!

I have done nothing I would undo,—
Don't wait parson, for you'll turn blue
Ere I repent. Avaunt! Adieu!
Cheero! Chin chin.—I shall eat my pie!
Or take my gruel! Past by the bye—
My love to Semple Able-Smith Street Temple—Good-bye
Good-bye, Good-bye!