A plague on all your houses sir
and so it was it came to pass
even the plague has concurred
a plague on all your houses sir,

I can not speak but I have heard
death's silent rattle to the past
this plague on all our houses sir
and so it is, it came, they pass.

                              

I stretch my mind for future words
saying '' all is well in this time ''
I strain, '' new strains '' is all I've heard
I stretch my mind for future words,

with futile pen I write my words
so impotent and so absurd
I stretch my mind to find the words
but say, '' all will be well, in time.''

                                

I hate to sit and whine and curse
surrounded by such misery
indeed to be out but I durst
I hate to sit and whine and curse,

so long before it gets much worse
I need to hear and also see
the dust of fast galloping horse
and hear this shout, '' The Cavalry! ''