Fear no more the heat o' the sun Nor the furious winters' rages Thou thy worldly task hast done Home art gone, and ta'en thy wages Golden lads and girls all must As chimney-sweepers come to dust The sceptre, learning, physic, must All follow this and come to dust Fear no more the frown o' th' great
Thou art past the tyrant's stroke Care no more to clothe and eat To thee the reed, the reed is as the oak The sceptre, learning, physic, must All follow this and come to dust All lovers young, all lovers must Consign to thee and come to dust