Along crags and sunless cracks I go  Up rib of rock, donw spine of stone  I dare not slumber where the right winds whistle  Lest her creeping-soul clutch this heart of thistle  O the same God that abandon'd her  Has in turn abandon'd me  And softenin' the turf with with my tears  I dug a Well of Misery  And, in that Well of Misery  Hangs a bucket fulla Sorrow  Which swings slow an' achin' like a bell  Its toll is dead and hollow  Down that well lies the long-lost dress  of my lil floatin girl  That muffles a tear that you let fall  All down that Well of Misery  Put ya shoulder to the handle, if ya dare  and hoist that bucket, hither  Crank'n'hoist'n'hoist'n'crank  Till ya muscles waste'n'wither  O the same God that abandon'd her  Has in turn abandon'd me  Deep in the Desert of Despair  I wait at the Well of Misery