Various, Beadle's Dime Song Book No. 1
“ And my mattock and spade have been active, I ween, To fashion the grave so deep. Ho! I laugh as I dig, for they all seek my aid, To provide them a home with my mattock and spade. The rich man hath pass’d me with towering head, But I sang o’er his grave when the scorner was dead, And laugh’d as I shovel’d the mold. The hungry and wretched ne’er enter’d his door, His heart never bled for the wrongs of the poor, For the proud man well loved his gold. Ho! I laugh’d as I dug, for they wanted my aid, To provide him a home with my mattock and spade. ”
