Not All The Labour Of The Earth

Not All The Labour Of The Earth Is Done By Hardened Hands.

There's Lots Of People - This Town Wouldn't Hold Them; Who Don't Know Much Excepting What's Told Them.

To Appreciate Heaven Well, It's Good For A Person To Have Some Fifteen Minutes Of Hell.

I've Watched My Duty, Straight An' True, An' Tried To Do It Well; Part Of The Time Kept Heaven In View, An' Part Steered Clear Of Hell.

Over The Hill To The Poor-house I'm Trudgin' My Weary Way.