Sure The Shovel And Tongs

Come Live In My Heart, And Pay No Rent.

For A Ballad's A Thing You Expect To Find Lies In.

Sure The Shovel And Tongs To Each Other Belongs.

To Return After Long Years Of Painful Absence To Some Place Which Has Been The Scene Of Our Former Joys, And Whence The Force Of Circumstance, And Not Choice, Has Driven Us, Is Oppressive To The Heart.

Circumstances Are The Rulers Of The Weak; They Are But The Instruments Of The Wise.