aka "Life Is a Toil". Song dating back to the mid-1800s and purportedly the lyrics were obtained from the diary of a Sara A. Price of Ottawa, Illinois
As I was a-walking I heard a complaining, I spied an old woman the picture of gloom. She stared at the mud on her doorstep, 'twas raining, And this was her song as she wielded her broom. Life is a toil and love is a trouble, Beauty will vanish and riches will flee, Pleasures will dwindle and prices they double, And nothing is as I would wish it to be.