From the haunts of daily life Where is waged the daily strife With common wants and common cares Which sows the human heart with tares.

Let the blue sky overhead, The green earth on which ye tread, All that must eternal be Witness the solemnity.

Be your strong and simple words Keen to wound as sharpened swords, And wide as targes let them be, With their shade to cover ye.

Spirit, Patience, Gentleness, All that can adorn and bless Art thou - let deeds, not words, express Thine exceeding loveliness.

There's nought but care on ev'ry han', In every hour that passes, O: What signifies the life o' man, An' then she made the lasses, O.

If you find yourself born in Barnsley and then set your sights on being Virginia Woolf it is not going to be roses all the way.

Life is just one damned thing after another.