Shine on, Old Top, shine on! Across the realms of space Shine on! What though I’m in a sorry case? What though my collar is a wreck, And hangs a rag about my neck? What though at food I can but peck? Never you mind! Shine on! Shine on! Never you mind! Shine on! Shine on, Old Top, shine on! Through leagues of lifeless air Shine on! It’s true I’ve no more shirts to wear, My underwear is soaked, ’tis true, My gullet is a redhot flue— But don’t let that unsettle you! Never you mind! Shine on! [It shines on.] Shine on! Never you mind! Shine on! [It shines on.] [Pg 51] [Pg 51] WHEN IT IS HOT “And Nebuchadnezzar commanded the most mighty men that were in his army to bind Shadrach, Meshach, and Abed-nego, and to cast them into the burning fiery furnace.” Consider Mr. Shadrach, Of fiery furnace fame: He didn’t bleat about the heat Or fuss about the flame. He didn’t stew and worry, And get his nerves in kinks, Nor fill his skin with limes and gin And other “cooling drinks.” Of fiery furnace fame: Or fuss about the flame. And get his nerves in kinks, And other “cooling drinks.” Consider Mr. Meshach, Who felt the furnace too: He let it sizz nor queried “Is It hot enough for you?” He didn’t mop his forehead, And hunt a shady spot; Nor did he say, “Gee! what a day! Believe me, it’s some hot.”
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