Sic transit gloria mundi

Sic transit gloria mundi,

How doth the busy bee —

Dum vivimus vivamus,

I stay mine enemy.

Oh, veni, vidi, vici,

Oh, caput, cap-a-pie,

And oh, memento mori

When I am far from thee.

Hurrah for Peter Parley,

Hurrah for Daniel Boone,

Three cheers, sir, for the gentlemen

Who first observed the moon.

Peter put up the sunshine,

Patti arrange the stars,

Tell Luna tea is waiting,

And call your brother Mars.

Put down the apple, Adam,

And come away with me;

So shall thou have a pippin

From off my father's tree.

I climb the hill of science

I 'view the landscape o'er,'

Such transcendental prospect

I ne'er beheld before.

Unto the Legislature

My country bids me go.

I 'll take my india-rubbers,

In case the wind should blow.

During my education,

It was announced to me

That gravitation, stumbling,

Fell from an apple-tree.

The earth upon its axis

Was once supposed to turn,

By way of a gymnastic

In honor to the sun.

It was the brave Columbus,

A-sailing on the tide,

Who notified the nations

Of where I would reside.

Mortality is fatal,

Gentility is fine,

Rascality heroic,

Insolvency sublime.

Our fathers being weary

Lay down on Bunker Hill,

And though full many a morning,

Yet they are sleeping still.

The trumpet, sir, shall wake them,

In dream I see them rise,

Each with a solemn musket

A-marching to the skies.

A coward will remain, sir,

Until the fight is done,

But an immortal hero

Will take his hat and run.

Good-by, sir, I am going —

My country calleth me.

Allow me, sir, at parting

To wipe my weeping e'e.

In token of our friendship

Accept this Bonnie Doon,

And when the hand that plucked it

Has passed beyond the moon,

The memory of my ashes

Will consolation be.

Then farewell, Tuscarora,

And farewell, sir, to thee.