It knows it all, it knows it all,
The world of groans and laughter,
It sneers of pride before a fall,
But the bitter pride comes after:
So leave me and I-ll seek you not,
So seek me and you-ll find me-
But till I know your hand-grip-s true
I-ll stand with hands behind me.

It knows it all, it knows it all,
The world of lies and sorrow-
It prates of pride before a fall,
And of the humble morrow;
But shame and blame are but a name,
Oh, heart that-s hurt past curing!
We-ll drink to-night the sinner-s pride,
The pride that-s most enduring.

They know it all, they know it all,
The curs that pass the sentence.
They preach of pride before a fall
And bitter black repentance:
So leave me when my star is set,
I-ll glory that you leave me,
While one has pride to love me yet
There-s nought on earth shall grieve me.