text: The higher that the monkey can climb
  The more he shows his tail
  Call no man happy till he dies
  Theres no milk at the bottom of the pail
  God builds a church, the devil builds a chapel
  Like the thistles that are growing round the trunk of a tree
  All the good in the world, you can put inside a thimble
  And still have room for you and me
  If theres one thing you can say about mankind
  Theres nothing kind about man
  You can drive out nature with a pitchfork
  But it always comes roaring back again
  Miserys the river of the world
  Miserys the river of the world
  Miserys the river of the world
  The higher that the monkey can climb
  The more he shows his tail
  Call no man happy till he dies
  Theres no milk at the bottom of the pail
  God tempers all the ruins for the new shorn lambs
  The devil knows the Bible like the back of his hand
  All the good in the world, you can put inside a thimble
  And still have room for you and me
  If theres one thing you can say about mankind
  Theres nothing kind about man
  You can drive out nature with a pitchfork
  But it always comes roaring back again
  For want of a bird, the sky was lost
  For want of a nail, a shoe was lost
  For want of a life, a knife was lost
  For want of a toy, a child was lost
  Miserys the river of the world
  Miserys the river of the world
  Everybody row! Everybody row!
  Miserys the river of the world
  Miserys the river of the world
  Everybody row! Everybody row!
  Everybody row!