Breeding

As I was going along, along

A-singing a comical song, song, song

And the lane that I went was so long, long, long

And the song that I sang was so long, long, long

And so I went singing along.

or other stuff

A chiliad, a myriad, a thousand either way

A thousand shots to fire and a thousand souls to slay

Nobody feels, nobody heals, nobody kneels to pray

It's a lonely sun that rears its head

To begin another day.