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But our views are somewhat tempered when we've done a twelve months' drouth; And our thoughts ain't so religious when the team is heading south. When the pleasure is before us, work and worry at our back, We forget the grim reformers out along the Homeward Track.

What's the odds? It's got to happen. What we've done we'll do again; And we know it while we make 'em, resolutions are in vain. Life's a weary track to travel, mostly full of ruts and stumps: Those who spend their days in drudging have to take their joy in lumps. Yoke 'em up an' get a move on! Gayest times must have an end, There's a weary track to travel when you've nothing left to spend. If there's still a bob we'll wet it, and a last glad joke we'll crack, Time enough for vain regretting when we're on the Homeward Track.