You sullen pig of a man br you force me into the mud br with your stinking ash-cart! br br Brother! br --if we were rich br we'd stick our chests out br and hold our heads high! br br It is dreams that have destroyed us. br br There is no more pride br in horses or in rein holding. br We sit hunched together brooding br our fate. br br Well-- br all things turn bitter in the end br whether you choose the right or br the left way br and-- br dreams are not a bad thing.