I Will Not Wash My Face; I Will Not Brush My Hair; I "Pig" Around The Place - There'S Nobody To Care. Nothing But Rock And Tree; Nothing But Wood And Stone, Oh, God, It's Hell To Be Alone, Alone, Alone! Snow-Peaks And Deep-Gashed Draws Corral Me In A Ring. I Feel As If I Was The Only Living Thing On All This Blighted Earth; And So I Frowst And Shrink, And Crouching By My Hearth I Hear The Thoughts I Think. I Think Of All I Miss - The Boys I Used To Know; The Girls I Used To Kiss; The Coin I Used To Blow: The Bars I Used To Haunt; The Racket And The Row; The Beers I Didn't Want (I Wish I Had 'Em Now). Day After Day The Same, Only A Little Worse; No One To Grouch Or Blame - Oh, For A Loving Curse! Oh, In The Night I Fear, Haunted By Nameless Things, Just For A Voice To Cheer, Just For A Hand That Clings! Faintly As From A Star Voices Come O'Er The Line; Voices Of Ghosts Afar, Not In This World Of Mine; Lives In Whose Loom I Grope; Words In Whose Weft I Hear Eager The Thrill Of Hope, Awful The Chill Of Fear. I'm Thinking Out Aloud; I Reckon That Is Bad; (The Snow Is Like A Shroud) - Maybe I'm Going Mad. Say! Wouldn't That Be Tough? This Awful Hush That Hugs And Chokes One Is Enough To Make A Man Go "Bugs". There'S Not A Thing To Do; I Cannot Sleep At Night; No Wonder I'm So Blue; Oh, For A Friendly Fight! The Din And Rush Of Strife; A Music-Hall Aglow; A Crowd, A City, Life - Dear God, I Miss It So! Here, You Have Moped Enough! Brace Up And Play The Game! But Say, It's Awful Tough - Day After Day The Same (I've Said That Twice, I Bet). Well, There'S Not Much To Say. I Wish I Had A Pet, Or Something I Could Play. Cheer Up! Don't Get So Glum And Sick Of Everything; The Worst Is Yet To Come; God Help You Till The Spring. God Shield You From The Fear; Teach You To Laugh, Not Moan. Ha! Ha! It Sounds So Queer - Alone, Alone, Alone!