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