No doubt you've heard of Solomon, the wisest man on earth, He saw with perfect clarity, He would spit on the cursed hour of his birth And say that all was vanity How deep and wise was Solomon And see before the night descends He longed to taste oblivion He started wise but as a fool he ends Oh wisdom's fine, we're glad we've none Then Julius Caesar, mighty one, raised high his royal rod, So brave he tore the world apart, So they voted and changed their Caesar to a God, And drove a dagger through his heart How loud he screamed, "You too, my son" And see before the night descends His reign had only just begun So brave, but screaming out in fear he ends Brave hearts are grand, thank God we've none.
Saint Martin sang his benison, his pity flowereth He met a man lost in the snows The wretched man was freezing so the Saint gave him his clothes Of course the two men froze to d**h. The pearly gates no doubt he won And see before the night descends So kind beyond comparison Warm-hearted but beneath the ice he ends. Oh pity's great, thank God we've none At last our final yarn's been spun we ask you gentle souls What use our loving heaven's been? In your kitchens you're all safe and soft within, We stand without with empty bowls God's love has left us here undone And see before the night descends The meek are always overrun And virtue leads us to our wretched ends Folks do better, who have none