Say, lad, have you things to do? 
Quick then, while your day's at prime 
Quick, and if 'tis work for two, 
Here am I, man: now's your time 

Send me now, and I shall go; 
Call me, I shall hear you call; 
Use me ere they lay me low 
Where a man's no use at all; 

Ere the wholesome flesh decay, 
And the willing nerve be numb, 
And the lips lack breath to say, 
'No, my lad, I cannot come.'