For out of man sorrow I bring joy
Ha ha ha oh! ye tillers of the earth
Excavating and drilling out with pity
The treasures and riches of earth with me.
In irony I dress
Making me a woe to all creatures
With distress I excel
Only to ye that understands me
Following consistently
Oh! ye desolated generation
How can thou rejoice without me
For adversity strengthens ye
Comes comfort in challenges
Pain begot gain in bairn
Hear me whose ear is to the ground
For in the dark cloud lies a silver lining
Out of the hottest furnace
The purest iron surface
I am the line to your treasures
I cry like a hungry lad
Whose mother is away
For my pride has failed me
Disappointed by my strength
My weakness in charge
Wait! for I feel a sign of relieve
Roaring in trumpet like the storm
Laughing in anguish
For no man who exist
Trend not to his wealth without crossing me
Hear me! hear me!! hear me!!!
For I joyfully whisper begging
In streaming annoyance I plead
Accept your responsibilities
For thy ability manifest in difficulties.
