Good intentions crush the clover--
Paving-stones where devils dance;
Where it never freezes over
And a snowball has no chance;
Where you go when bent for leather
When there is a lot to pay;
Where high water's normal weather;
Where it is the thing you say
When you can't believe the jury
Say you won't be heaven-sent
Just to spare you women's fury
(They are being lenient!)--
Both of us in one handbasket
Hear those ever-clamourous bells.
Can we raise it in our casket?
There are many, many hells.
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