How strange to us all things appear
On t' other side the world;
The customs are so very queer
On t' other side the world;
There, people are but poorly fed
And laziness is born and bred;
When we get up they go to bed,
On t' other side the world.

If things are as they 're said to be,
On t' other side the world,
They 're quite reversed, to you and me,
On t' other side the world;
What we call east , why, they call west;
We could n't eat what they digest;
They think they 're clothed when partly dressed,
On t' other side the world.

So far behind the times they seem,
On t' other side the world;
Like people living in a dream,
On t' other side the world;
So old, they 've all turned black or brown;
And like the steeples in the town,
The citizens are upside down,
On t' other side the world.

The birds turn on their backs to fly,
On t' other side the world;
The rain falls upward from the sky,
On t' other side the world;
The grass grows down, you must allow,
And when the maiden milks the cow,
She milks her up, she does, I vow!
On t' other side the world.

If good folks rise when they are dead,
On t' other side the world,
Where up is surely overhead,
On t' other side the world,
The journey takes them, you must know,
Where all our wicked sinners go,
Because their up is down below,
On t' other side the world.