Little fly, your summer's play My thoughtless hand has brushed away Am not I a fly like you Or are not you a man like me For I sing, dance and drink Till some blind hand shall brush my wing If thought is life, strength and breath And the want of thought is d**h Then am I a happy fly if I live, or if I die Then am I a happy fly if I live, or if I die (Play away, fly, man Drink, dance, sing, thought Strength, breath, life, d**h Play away, fly, man Drink, dance, sing, thought Strength, breath, life, d**h Play away, fly, man Drink, dance, sing, thought, strength, breath, life, d**h) Little fly