Death to the living 
 Long life to the killers, 
 Success to sailor's wives 
 And greasy luck to whalers. 
    Crushed as the moth beneath thy hand 
 We moulder to the dust 
 Our feeble powers can ne'er withstand 
 And all our beauty's lost.   
 This mortal life decays apace 
 How soon the bubble's broke 
 Adam and all his numerous race 
 Are Vanity and Smoke.   
 Death to the living, 
 Long life to the killers, 
 Success to sailor's wives 
 And greasy luck to whalers.