(_Variations on a theme by Gilbert._)
Shine on, Old Top, shine on!
Across the realms of space
Shine on!
What though I'm in a sorry case?
What though my collar is a wreck,
And hangs a rag about my neck?
What though at food I can but peck?
Never _you_ mind!
Shine on!
Shine on, Old Top, shine on!
Through leagues of lifeless air
Shine on!
It's true I've no more shirts to wear,
My underwear is soaked, 'tis true,
My gullet is a redhot flue--
But don't let that unsettle you!
Never _you_ mind!
Shine on! [_It shines on._]