| PROUD and lowly, beggar and lord, | |
| Over the bridge they go; | |
| Rags and velvet, fetter and sword, | |
| Poverty, pomp, and woe. | |
| Laughing, weeping, hurrying ever, | |
| Hour by hour they crowd along, | |
| While, below, the mighty river | |
| Sings them all a mocking song. | |
| Hurry along, sorrow and song, | |
| All is vanity ’neath the sun; | |
| Velvet and rags, so the world wags, | |
| Until the river no more shall run. |
