Alas, poor happieness, I knew her well
  and now the trap is sprung and I'm impelled
  upon the spear of sadness

 Like a rotting skull in my hand, I hold it
  my life is crawling with worms so I drop it
  back to the shallow grave of sadness

 And no one came from the cloud at night
  but am I guilty or innocent by right?
  I am sentenced to the jail of sadness

 Something's rotten in this land of mine
  when sorrowful fate and plain hard luck entwine
  and I slip off the edge of the gorge of sadness