Gold! Gold! Gold! Gold! Bright And Yellow,

A Moment's Thinking Is An Hour In Words.

Peace And Rest At Length Have Come, All The Day's Long Toil Is Past; And Each Heart Is Whispering, "home, Home At Last!"

While The Steeples Are Loud In Their Joy, To The Tune Of The Bells' Ring-a-ding, Let Us Chime In A Peal, One And All, For We All Should Be Able To Sing Hullah Baloo.

How Bravely Autumn Paints Upon The Sky The Gorgeous Fame Of Summer Which Is Fled!

A Name, It Has More Than Nominal Worth, And Belongs To Good Or Bad Luck At Birth